At eight years old I lived with my father in Delaware.  We often drove two hours back to New York City, where we lived previous, and where I eventually ended up again.  We left in the early morning in order to beat traffic. After about an hour driving on the Turnpike, the sun would begin to rise in the east over the New Jersey landscape.  I often slept most of the trip, but this time I awoke beside dad in the pick up truck. It was a particularly rich sunrise. As he drove, I looked out from the window and spotted a most intriguing sight.  Against the bright sky in the east, a colorful hot-air balloon rose up above the landscape, its translucent color illuminated with the rising sun. Focused instead on his drive, dad seemed to have missed the sight.  Strangely enough, his missing out made it only more special -- amid the young life I was living was this confidential moment of solitude, wonder and mystery.

I was raised with John Ford’s Westerns flickering on the TV set and the whisper of ball games emanating from the radio. Family lore told of ancestors who fought in the American Revolution, and Civil War. It is this burden of inheritance which compels me to photograph the United States. Just like that glimpse out of dad’s pickup truck, I must take the photograph, or perhaps never return again.

Each of my photographs are captured with high resolution film or digital cameras and crafted into a Fine Art Print, which is held to the highest standards of creative and technical integrity.

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