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Bookeh - Through the lens of a Trinidadian photog

Another book eh! The title of this my seventh book is a play on the photography term bokeh. I wanted to write a book that allowed me to explore my passion for photography and my many years doing photography. There is something magical about being able to save a moment and come back to it in the future. Time may blur the memories in our mind while photographs allow us to revisit what once was. Below are the chapters as I write them. Here is a link to a digital copy of the book and as I write the chapters I will share them on my blog and link them below. All my other books are here.

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