Welcome to My World

Conviction of Senses

Peace in themselves, which is their sole simple gratitude and wonder. Image from Spring Lake road and Highway 97 junction, North of 100 Mile House, B.C., Canada (winter 2017).


Bunkhouse Rendezvous

Inner Conviction

Not following the trends of the moment and expressing my personal view as I see it. Just like each of us has a different opinion about anything, we also perceive what we see in front of us differently, call it human nature.


Bunkhouse Blues, Cariboo

Escaping from reality, opening my eyes to see what once was a common site on some of the big ranches in the Cariboo/Chilcotin, where a narrow beds or cots for each individual and little privacy was the norm and usually heated by a wood stove and personal needs were attended to in an outhouse.


Cariboo’s High

Today broad array of technologies has given rise to some wonderful inventions, that even the great artist, scientist Leonardo da Vinci has only dreamt of back in the 1500’s. This image is from yesterday’s outing in the Cariboo.


Forgotten Memories, Cariboo

Where I live, I have my special places that I like to photograph, to capture that moment that will be gone forever and impossible to reproduce, this image below is from 2011. It is something particularly fascinating about getting reacquainted with the hidden memory inside me that surfaces again to reveal that moment and those memories that have brought me here.



Light and Shadows

Translating feelings into image and finding those post processing components that are compatible with those feelings at that time.



Primordial, Cariboo

“In every work of art the subject is primordial, whether the artist knows it or not. The measure of the formal qualities is only a sign of the measure of the artist’s obsession with his subject; the form is always in proportion to the obsession.”
Author: Alberto Giacometti


Destination, Williams Lake

Are we becoming too technical conscious that we are forgetting to learn to look at things and say we like them or we don’t. Where is the visual curiosity we all had when we were young before we learned to judge.