I speak best in photographs, it’s true, but in the last few years I’ve found I have more to say, more experiences to share and that the weight of my words carries moments in time and feelings that sometimes even my photographs can not. I read once that Annie Leibovitz said “If they could only convey smells, photographs would be perfect.”
Above all I am a story-teller. If given every possible tool on Earth to communicate, none would accurately describe the heart of Chennai except for a visit ones self. For this reason, I’ve decided to share a series of notes I took in my two years in Chennai beginning , not exactly in the beginning, but with something I wrote on our one year anniversary of living in Chennai. Thoughts I jotted down in my many notebooks and within the notes of my phone as I bumped along in mid day traffic on my way to pick up my children from school or as I crashed on the sofa after ditching my camera bag after a morning spent studying the streets.