I’ve always preferred the dark and quiet world at night. I began waking in the dark hours of the morning to run almost twenty years ago as a way to combat clinical depression and anxiety. I’ve always noticed, however, that it’s quite a task to wake your body in those hours. You have to, in a way, trick your brain into lifting yourself up on to your legs, dress yourself and get out the door before any serious doubt creeps into your mind. Almost as if…over the years, I began believing that I am, in fact, a different person in the morning and I have to, in actuality, overcome myself in order to heal myself. Then, I began taking my camera with me running and shooting those things I felt captured the contrasting thoughts and emotion we can have as human individuals struggling with…ourselves.
