Echo.1 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.2 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.3 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.4 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.5 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.6 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.7 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.8 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.9 (Southport, CT)
Echo.10 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.11 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.12 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.13 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.14 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.15 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.16 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.17 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.18 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.19 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.20 (Lakewood, PA)
Echo.21 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.22 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.23 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.24 (Prospect Park, Brooklyn)
Echo.25 (Marthas Vineyard, MA)
Echo.26 (Marthas Vineyard, MA)
Echo.27 (Marthas Vineyard, MA)
Echo.29 (Southport, CT)
Echo.28 (Southport, CT)
Echo.? (Naples, Florida)
Echo.? (Naples, Florida)
Echo.? (Naples, Florida)
Echo.? (Naples, Florida)

It all began in a rowboat as I sat watching the summer sun set. Day lingered in the sky and the first lights came on in the houses around the lake. I was struck by this poignant dance between light and dark, and the mirrored reflection of the sky in the water, slightly softened, like an echo. In the growing darkness, I had to slow my shutter down to capture the images, and combined with the rocking of the rowboat, the images had blur and movement. These are landscapes painted with a camera, coaxed into being with movement. In these images I am always looking for the conversation between sky and water; the resulting image is an impression of the landscape and its memory, as if from a dream.