I was hired to photograph a hospital event. A little boy in a wagon smiled at me. A week later, Grandpa called with news that changed how I see everything.
Loaded up the truck and headed north with Lamont. Abandoned hotels, 1800s schoolhouses, a barn door opened ten thousand times by hands that are all gone now. This is what I chase.
300 shots from a protest at a Phoenix mosque. One photo of one little girl changed everything — and led me back through the front door with a print in my hand