For the 40 years of my creative life, I've battled my Aspergic tendencies toward formalism, symmetry and the right angle. Even when ostensibly photographing wildlife, I find myself dividing a photo into geometrical planes. This practice settles the disquiet in my head that is set buzzing by the glorious randomness of life. I love the chaotic images of Gary Winogrand and Vivian Meier, but I simply can't take them. They hurt too much.