South America

My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans.  Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off…


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“Asesino” means “murderer” in Spanish. A fitting bit of graffiti to be displayed on top of a cigarette vendor perhaps?

#LaBoca #Argentina #Canon

Fool's Gold

This is the first photograph that I took that “WOWed” me. It is a long exposure shot from the ski slopes of Valle Nevado looking at the city of Santiago.  The title reflects the false hope of wealth that big cities can sometimes lure rural people into.

#Santiago #Chile #ZeissIkon

First Love

#Chiloe #Chile #Canon

Tia Erica

#BuenosAires #Argentina #Canon

The Flowers I Gave Her

One of my early favorite pictures. It donned the cover of the New Physician magazine in 1998. Taken of a church wall in Iquique, Chile. If you look closely you can see that the photograph behind the flowers is of the Virgin Mary.

#Iquique #Chile #ZeissIkon

Waiting for Master

#Matanzas #Chile #Canon

Ave Maria

A roadside metal sculpture in Southern Chile.

#Chile #Canon


#BuenosAires #Argentina #Canon


I had the amazing opportunity to take a seven day bicycle trip around Chile’s second largest lake-Lake Llanquihue. Shown here- “Volcan Osorno”.

#Frutillar #Chile #Leica

La Recoleta

La Recoleta Cemetery is a cemetery located in the Recoleta neighbourhood of Buenos Aires. It contains the graves of notable people including Eva Perón, presidents of Argentina, Nobel Prize winners, the founder of the Argentine Navy, and a granddaughter of Napoleon.

#BuenosAires #Argentina #Canon


Recoleta Cemetery

#BuenosAires #Argentina #Canon


Recoleta Cemetery, established 1822.  This is the cemetery where the wealthiest families of Argentina lay their loved ones to rest. The family crypts are often adorned with stained glass windows and can be looked into by passersby . The upkeep of the crypts is done by cemetery workers IF yearly fees are paid. Sadly- many families do not pay (often from neglect or the lineage dies) and the crypts slowly deteriorate….(eerily, bones are sometimes seen inside the disintegrating coffins).

#BuenosAires #Argentina #Canon

Life and Death

Recoleta Cemetery

#BuenosAires #Argentina #Canon

Starting to Age

A child poses with his “wine” at a wine tasting event.

#Mendoza #Argentina #Leica


#LaBoca #Argentina #Canon

Tio Andres

#Concepcion #Chile #Canon

Air Ball

#Algarrobo #Chile #Canon


Taken in a small village near the southern-most tip of Chile.

#LagunaSanRafael #Chile #ZeissIkon

Heaven and Earth

#Chiloe #Chile #Leica


I went on a cruise to Laguna San Rafael, on the southern tip of Chile. It was here that I was able to drink 30 year old scotch with 30,000 year old glacier ice.

#LagunaSanRafael #Chile #ZeissIkon

"South America" Continued

…to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.

I spent the year snowboarding in the Andes, teaching English in the Atacama Desert, and getting to know my extended family- all the while with my antique Zeiss Ikon camera on my shoulder.  I started training as a volunteer fireman, was offered a job to work in a fashion magazine and even became a runway model. At this time, I really felt that my life was starting to take on a new direction- with photography firmly in the driver’s seat.  During this transition year I was applying to medical schools, but had been rejected to all of them EXCEPT my first choice – Ponce School of Medicine- in Puerto Rico. My hopes were low and I had become excited to lead a new life in Chile. Then, out of the blue, an acceptance letter came to disturb these plans… It was a very tough decision, one of the hardest I have ever had to make. Do I stay or do I go?

What it finally boiled down to was the thought “You can be a doctor and a photographer, but you can’t be a photographer and a doctor”- so I packed my bags, said my tearful goodbyes and left for Puerto Rico.

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