This year I turned 60, my wife turned 65, my mother turned 85, an aunt and an uncle passed away, and our first granddaughter was born. All are signs that the clock is ticking down.
A few months ago, I found a box of old photographs buried in the back of a cupboard at my mother’s condominium. Seeing these reminded me of just how good I must have had it as a young child. I then decided to try and reconstruct, photographically, what life must have been like for me from the time I was born until the time I left Baltimore. I selected, scanned and processed a number of these old photographs, and have organized them into a series entitled: My early years.
If you'd like to see the full series, download the PDF catalogue by clicking here.