Slapshot is the fruit of five years of work, pleasure (for me, but also for my dog) and frozen feet. These photos reaffirm what I believe: that beauty is present in what is created spontaneously, without any specific intention, and that it can often be found where we don't usually look. Here, it's the memory of the hundreds of pucks hit by players great and small, the checking and the passage of time that create the work.
Here's what you get: