Peru has always been a deeply personal place for me. It was where I fell in love with travel, with photography. It is where I connected with my mother's side of the family. That connection has only grown deeper.

Peru never ceases to surprise, frustrate, and inspire you. I first traveled there in the late 1980s when the country was in political free fall and the currency had the value of confetti. It was a powerful awakening to the world outside the bucolic suburb I grew up in. I've never stopped returning.

The photographs here were made all over the country between 1993 and 2021. They are largely personal and free of the pressures of assignment work and deadlines. For me, Peru was an escape visually. A place brimming with melancholy and shades of grey. Perhaps its the history, struggles for most to make a living day to day or like the family waiting on a corner in one of the frames in the gallery, waiting for a bus that on any given day, may or may not come for them.