I spent the first 25 years of my life without ever owning a camera. For that matter, I never did much of anything remotely artistic, (unless you count refurbishing my 1966 Mustang after I accidentally burned it up).

I went to Texas A&M and majored in political science. Went to law school at UH. Got a great job at a big Dallas law firm. Practiced trial law. Worked on some big cases. Helped “the man” save some money. Did well, I guess. But not real fulfilling for me as a naive, young, idealistic tree hugger. And good god, I was bored.

Well, maybe bored isn’t the word. It’s just that after lawschool, I bought a camera and started to take pictures. The right side of my brain started to wake up, I suppose, because I was hooked. Seeing things, expressing myself, all that kind of stuff. Great fun, plus I have a big-time wanderlust for seeing new things and places, the more surreal the better.

Lots of other stuff happened along the way, but the short of it is that I eventually decided to quit practicing law and photograph full time. My wife, Karen, is extremely supportive of my photography and my biggest believer, so that sure helps. She should have thrown me out a long time ago.

Anyway, now I take pictures full time. I do fine art photography, selling to individual and corporate collectors, interior designers, commercial art buyers, etc. I shoot some for magazines, calendars and such, I teach photography and Photoshop. I sell stock photos. I shoot for commercial clients.

I have given away all my old, stuffy, Johnston & Murphy shoes. I can’t remember the last time I wore a tie. I get to see a bit of the world. Gotta love it - life is good.