I have always been drawn to stories.
The big ones, certainly, but perhaps even more to the small ones. The history tucked inside an old building. The photograph that makes you wonder what happened just before the shutter clicked. The person who remembers something everyone else has forgotten.
For most of my life, I’ve found some way to tell them.
Sometimes I’m behind the camera, capturing the story as it unfolds. Other times I’m in front of it, acting or hosting and becoming part of the story myself. I write, I photograph, I film. And sometimes storytelling simply means wandering somewhere I’ve never been before, taking the long way home, or stopping to look a little closer at something most people would pass without noticing.
Over the years, I’ve learned that the best stories rarely announce themselves as important. They hide in ordinary places. In old photographs and familiar streets. In conversations. In traditions. In the things we inherit and the things we choose to keep. Even in an early Saturday morning spent searching through other people’s forgotten treasures.
Maybe that’s why I keep documenting things.
I like knowing where things came from. I like asking people how they got here. I like places that carry evidence of the people who came before us. And I like the idea that something seemingly ordinary today might someday become a story worth telling.
This site is where I collect some of those stories, along with pieces of my own.
There will be photographs and films, essays and observations, history, travel, and probably a few things that don’t fit neatly into any category.
Mostly, though, this is a place for paying attention.
Because I’ve come to believe there are stories everywhere.
You just have to notice them.
Michael
