Museum of Photographic Arts

Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the thought that every human being and every footprint in these pictures has a beautiful, tragic, and miraculous story and self of their own.

How can so many be, in their complexity?

How can God know each one with such intimacy?

When you pass a body on the street, you never know who you're passing. The beauty and grotesqueness of their character, the wonders they've seen in their life, the heroism and the shame, the passion and the pain.


Human emotion is sacred.