My name is Eric Lorenzo Benjamin Jr. I move through the world as a photographer, but light is only one of the mediums I work in. My life has always been a braid of disciplines: coding, building machines, drawing in charcoal until dust becomes flesh, restoring classic leather shoes to a state of timeless grace, steering yachts across open water, composing music, and now raising a son who rewrote my sense of presence.
The common thread is depth. Whether I’m polishing a pair of 1963 long wing brogues or composing an image half-dissolved in shadow, I search for clarity, the moment when noise falls away and only form, rhythm, or truth remains.
Photography is where these disciplines converge. It borrows the rigor of coding, the patience of shoemaking, the silence of drawing, the navigation of seamanship, and the honesty of fatherhood. Each portrait is not just light and form, but a dialogue: between artist and subject, between concealment and revelation, between how we are seen and how we are.
This blog is my workshop in public. It’s where I write about photography, art, philosophy, and neurodivergence. Not as separate categories, but as one continuous practice of perception. My essays are part manifesto, part reflection: explorations of beauty, flow, intimacy, truth, and the fragile systems that hold them together.
I don’t claim to have final answers. What I offer instead is process: the willingness to sit inside the shadows, to listen for pattern, and to share the fragments that emerge. Through my lens.