The photographs that comprise this series were taken over a two year period between 2016-2018 while living and working as a Shepard on a sheep farm in Huntington, Massachusetts. For the first time in my life I was completely alone. Part of it was what they call, catastrophic loss of family. My entire support system was either dead or estranged.

I used photography as a way to engage with the world I unexpectedly found myself living in. The camera provided me with a purpose. I felt compelled to document this rare and unique world that I had not only been allowed to enter, but a world I had been entrusted to maintain. This collection of images at the most basic level communicates the various stages in the continuous cycle of life and death.

I thrived on the challenge of putting myself right in the center of the flock for that one shot of them all lined up in an interesting and pleasing composition. For instance, several rows of sheep at a particular angle is interesting to me as is the space in-between them.

While some of these experiences were lighthearted and fun, others left me unnerved and rattled to the core. I assisted many ewes in giving birth only to stand there helplessly as I watched the newborn lamb, sick and weak, struggling to hang on and eventually succumbing to what was ailing it. One year was particularly bad as one out of every two lambs died after being born.