At first glance, an easy topic to photograph -- risk is everywhere -- it's an everyday occurrence as we bare ourselves to each other.  Each day we risk the pain of rejection, we risk loving people that may leave, we risk walking sidewalks that seem safe until an out of control vehicle veers off course. Risk is a constant for drivers, and we generally don't even think about it.  One day when my son Adam was about 7, he made the observation that the only thing that kept us from wrecking as we drove around a curve on Rock Creek Parkway was that there is a social obligation to stay in your own lane.  Creep over the center line, and you risk injury, even death.  All these things could keep us shivering in our beds, covers pulled up to our chins, frozen in a miasma of fear, yet almost all of us get out of bed each day, walk the streets, drive, fall in love, marry, have children, travel to exotic places, try new foods. Some of us climb, or hike, or ride bikes (on DC streets a risk indeed), indulge in sports where we risk our tendons and our egos.  We make new friends, we reach out to strangers, we protest.  All of these are risky behaviors.  Which is why this was a difficult topic to photograph, because in the end, life is a risk.  And so I chose the dice.  They were the best example of the risks we all take every day, when we swing our feet over the side of the bed and stand up and go out into the world to live another day. We throw the dice and hope for the best.

Life is a crapshoot.