Paul Emberger | Photographer

Table and Chairs

It was one of those overcast days when the clouds were so thick and low you could nearly touch them. A light rain sprinkled the glass as the sunlight fought to penetrate the shadows of the darkened room. Deep green tiled floors, aged wooden tables and ’70’s era schoolroom chairs occupied the otherwise empty room.

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(Eye*Brain) + Lens = Voyeur

Sitting on a bench in Central Park on an August Sunday morning, I notice a dapper couple napping. Sitting in the sun, bathing as if cats near a window. I imagine their lives. Who are they? Where have they been?
A scene plays out in front of me, as my girlfriend’s voice devolves to the sound [...]

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Day in the Life: Neurosurgeon

Try to imagine the smell of burnt hair combined with the distinct scent of a dental drill boring into a tooth. If you can, then you know what I smelled as a drill bit cut through the skull of patient x, lying face down on an operating table. With a dozen or so people in [...]

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Tragedy and Empathy

Motionless, a man lay on his back, his shirt open. A paramedic compressing his chest, pumping air into his lungs, and with skilled hands, trying to save his life…

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Visions Of Sugarplums

It was the summer of 1997. I had just turned 22, and in that same week decided to jump into self employment.
What was I thinking? I had no business skills, no money, and hadn’t even finished college. All I had was me, my camera bag and ambition.
By this point I had [...]