I pulled off to the side of the road at a look out point along the Nova Scotia coast and hopped over the guardrail to climb on the rocky coastline. It was made of shale and I was, at this point, a shale hunter. Richness emerges from the ordinary. Story and art takes form in this thin layers of seemingly uneventful stone. And then there's the colour and texture that breathe life into rock. I love it and feel the energy in the art forms that they take.
I started taking images by accident. I was frustrated from three years as an independent television producers after 12 successful years as a broadcast executive. One day I noticed a tree that had an 'ear.' I talked to it and confided that I was lost. Later I went in the house and took a picture of it. It had been there all along and it made me wonder what else I was missing.