This pretty much sums it up:
I was born in Michigan and played high school basketball and football.
I went to college to play basketball and was kicked off the team
because my hair was too long. My coach believed in buzz cuts for everyone.
That ended my sports career. But I discovered a much larger world and began to photograph it.
Eventually I graduated college with a degree in philosophy. After graduation, not knowing
what to do with my life, I went to work in a small steel mill. When I applied for the job
the foreman said: "we don't have too many jobs for philosophy majors here".
It was very hard work. I joined the Teamsters Union. We went on strike. That was
the end of my career as a steel worker. I headed west and had two great summers at
the Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado. Following a girlfriend I moved to New York City.
I found a very,very small apartment for $85 a month near the corner of MacDougal
and Bleecker streets in the Village.
I began assisting photographers. I worked for a lot of Magnum photographers.
I opened my own business, sharing a studio at 234 5th avenue. I got married. Time passed.
My wife and I moved to Nova Scotia. We had two children. They grew up.
I'm still a photographer. Now my hair is too short.
I specialize in photographing 'real' people in their natural surroundings
in an artful and down to earth way. I work for agencies,designers,major corporations
and magazines in Atlantic Canada and across North America.
I enjoy working for non-profits and in medical and hospital settings.
I'm good in an office or a factory. My jump shot has suffered.