
You don't make a photograph just with a camera.
You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen,
the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.
Ansel Adams (1902-1984)
Through my lens, I do not merely record the face of the Earth—I seek to lift the veil between the seen and the felt, to call forth the wild spirit slumbering within us all.
We live in a world of glass screens and digital illusions, where too many have begun to accept shadow as substance; but beyond this pale imitation lies the true world—vast, untamed, and ancient. My work is intended as an offering to that world, and an invitation to return to it.
I speak to the part of you that remembers the salt of ocean air on your lips, the sting of rain upon your skin, the wind carrying the scent of forest and open earth. This is the self that was never made for comfort, it was made for the pilgrimage into the arms of Mother Nature.
For those who venture, the rewards are beyond measure—a soul flooded with awe at her beauty, a spirit awakened by her power, and the rediscovery of the one you were always meant to be - and still can be.
May these images be more than windows to faraway places. May they be summons—urging you to step beyond the threshold of the known and comfortable and to walk once more in the presence of the wild. And if you cannot yet walk the untamed paths yourself, may these images let the wilderness cross your threshold—bringing with them the scent of rain, the roar of distant waves, and the fierce, unyielding heartbeat of the Earth into your space.
Standing 3000 feet above the Colorado River, transfixed as the sun sets,
I was overwhelmedby the sheer magnitude of the scene.
I found myself wondering, as I often do, what the first person who
stood at this spot thought and felt. I could almost feel him
standing next to me, sharing this incredible moment across, perhaps, millennia.
Barren Valley Sunset
After a steep and slippery hike, the rising sun burned away
the morning fog revealing this magical waterfall.
Hearing nothing but the roar of the falls, the sound of the rushing water,
and watching the glow of the first light of day, I couldn’t help but believe
that magic is real and maybe fairy tales aren’t always fiction.
Enchanted