My first encounter with a camera was with an old Soviet Zenit used by my father. My dad also developed our black and whites at home, though I wouldn’t call him a big enthusiast of photography. This was just something you did in the 70s and early 80s in the Soviet Union.

At the time, I wasn’t particularly interested in photography. By the time I was old enough to care, we immigrated to Israel, and the world moved to pocket cameras. I dutifully took pictures when we went for a vacation, but, in retrospect, those weren’t particularly good (and I am being kind).

When I was twenty, I fancied myself being good at photography. And to be completely honest, I would get a good picture once in a while. Mostly by mistake.

Sleepy Hollow Farm, Woodstock, VT

A significant jump in the quality of my images came after I moved to Lincoln, Nebraska in 2010. At this point I was shooting significantly more, and also started experimenting with editing my pictures. In 2017 I joined the Burkholder Gallery as an associate artist. Over the two and a half years there I participated in several group shows and had three solo shows.

Moving to Massachusetts in 2019 and coming out of the COVID pandemic rekindled my love of going out and photographing the beauty of nature. I am still exploring New England, trying to bring its amazing landscape variety to life. There is nothing like climbing a mountain to watch the sun settling over the vista or enjoying the quiet of the early morning woods. As they say in Maine, it is the way life should be.