My first introduction to photography was my parent's black and white wedding album.
It captured my imagination with the clarity into a window in time. Then at 14,
the eldest of the three Doyle boys handed me a dented and fire damaged manual camera.
A few lessons and I never looked back.
Twenty some years after attending a challenging art school, I still enjoy the simple act of
lifting the camera up and seeing what is in that little eyepiece.
Photography is said to be poetic moments. I hope that my images have the poetry of
movement and energy, light and color, emotion and architecture.
When photographs work they make you want to reach in, grab that hand and dance, laugh
at the joke, hug grandma, squeeze lil' nephew until he squeals, and stare a few minutes
longer at the skyline. Whether it is a glance of the eye, a sparkle off the dress or a slap
on the back, great images have a hook that invites you beyond the surface of print or screen.
If you have read this far, likely you have read any number of bios about experience,
awards, and far flung destinations. All good to know, but after that, there are just two
eyes photographing two people. Keep it personal, embrace character and share your stories.