I’ve always been interested in stories. Stories were THE original art form for me and somehow that made them the purest, if not the best. I love art in all forms, but for pure narrative unless I found the adage “a picture is worth a thousand worlds” lacking. I studied literature in school and I now work in radio, telling other people’s stories – with words. Two years ago something happened that made me reconsider. I came across a book of photographs from Henri-Cartier Bresson, someone I hadn’t heard of until that moment. The simple black and what images struck me – they were lyrical, narrative There was something about capturing the “decisive moment,” to use Bresson’s phrase, that revealed layers and layers of meaning. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I still can’t. But it inspired me to try a new way of telling stories; I picked up a camera. These pictures offer a glimpse of a very humble first attempt at the art of photography from someone who is learning to hear stories with his eyes.