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06/14/2022

Magical summer evenings at the . “Special” feels more understated than it should when describing this place, but it fits perfectly. Kudos to and for crafting an experience that is truly second to none.

06/09/2022

Big skies. Big casts. Big fish. Idaho always delivers the goods!

05/22/2022

I watched the rebirth of my son yesterday. Quite literally. It wasn’t within the sterile walls of a polished, ivory white maternity ward, however. It was in the dusty expanse of the west desert, riding a horse and squinting in the noon day sun. It was tying knots, and herding cattle. From doe-eyed to blue steel. From tennis shoes to s #*t kickers. I could not believe what I was seeing. I was stuck somewhere between clicking shutters and shedding tears, watching this young man blossom on the back of a horse. This is a culture that I very much admire, but to which I have relatively modest exposure. Blake has had an affinity for horses and the ranching lifestyle since before I can remember. Thanks to a kind, patient neighbor—he has been fortunate to learn and ride quite often over the past year or so. This was the first time I’d seen him horseback. And I simply had to pick my jaw up off the ground. It was special to see. And it was even more special to document. Know that this won’t be the last time this proud papa shares an image or two of this newfound Blake.

05/12/2022

Wardrobe imitating life. slangs a few lasers underneath cotton candy Bahamian skies. I still remember the light on this evening way back in 2012. The way the color reflected off the clouds and onto the sand. It was a trip for sure!

05/10/2022

Today I sat down at the doctor’s office and, to my surprise, the side tables were scattered with magazines. No People, no InStyle—this was the original print mag that glorified nature in the most authentic way. As with so many of us, picking up that yellow-bordered treasure trove as a youth gave me an immense amount of aspiration and inspiration alike to go and see the far corners of the earth…to experience culture, to hear a foreign language spoken in its native land…and to perhaps, one day document some of these wonders with my own camera. Lofty dreams exist to keep us in pursuit of our own personal flight. In 2018 I realized one of those dreams in spending a few days on the magical Masai Mara. It was spectacular…and I desperately want to return and see more. The few days I spent there didn’t even begin to scratch the itch. Hope to get back soon!

05/05/2022

I wish this photo were scratch n sniff.

05/03/2022

“When you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life”. Ok. Really?!? That’s the dumbest quote ever. Sorry—cynical photo worker guy here. Work is work, I don’t care what color you paint it. But I don’t mind work, especially when I’m shooting for clients that trust in my eye and understanding of not just what makes a great photo, but what makes a great photo for them . My goal isn’t to never work a day in my life, my goal is to ENJOY the every day work that defines a huge part of the lives we live. This was a great morning shooting new work for . Salt of the earth people and darling kiddos. Distant horizons gave us access to early light and dirty barn skylights made for perfect diffusers once that sun got too high for my liking (there are lots of tools out there that don’t fit in the camera bag). Forget that cheesy quote at the top. Find work you enjoy—and don’t be afraid to call it work.

04/28/2022

They don’t call it Golden Hour for nothin’! This was a special evening shooting gorgeous late light and distant storm clouds down at Lake Powell. As per usual, this is available as a fine art print for those interested!

04/19/2022

Because there are some natural spectacles that would fully give you the no look from the top rope double footed frothing mouth scapular spectacular straight to the neck drop kick…if you didn’t photograph them in black & white. Can I get an amen???

04/12/2022

Late evening light. Spring greens. The smell of freshly cut hay in the fields. Authentic joy. And the unmistakable sounds of a decades old steam engine diligently pressing forward down a track swallowed up in the vast expanse that only the American West provides. This was a great evening shooting for last year.

03/31/2022

They say life passes you by right before your very eyes. Well, I don’t know who “they” are, but I’m reluctantly admitting that “they” are pretty much spot on. This is my little Drew. We call him Francisco (go watch Elf and you’ll figure it out real quick). I shot this image in 2016 when he was 4 years old. If I’m being honest, I haven’t pointed the lens at him or his brothers nearly enough since. I’m at this strange period in life where I’m not quite old, but I’m definitely not young. And I feel a strange and sudden urge to hold as tight as I possibly can to the little things. These are the things that signify an innocence that only accompanies a soul unblemished by the inevitable maturation delivered through more years spent on earth. Drew turned 10 today. Yep—gettin’ er did with the double digits. If you happen to catch him in the 45 min before he goes to school, you might think his brain has fully, completely and unapologetically detached itself from the rest of his body. If you catch him at any other time of the day, you’ll want to don the sunnies—his light is train light bright. He is as kind as a koala. He is the person you want in your corner, because he believes in you, no matter who or what you are. Yes, “they” are right. His little frame is still little, but it’s getting bigger each day whether we like it or not. But tonight at his birthday dinner, he still ordered the meaty mac n cheese and chocolate milk. So it looks like I’ve still got my Francisco for at least another year. A big sappy cheers to that.

03/23/2022

This is a tribute to a man I knew for less than 24 hrs. Yet he has impacted my life to a great degree. In 2017, I travelled on a last minute shoot for to Green, KS. We would be shooting at a pig farm from which Creminelli sourced some of the pork for their meat products. It was there that I met lifelong pig farmer Ron Roth. I’m not sure exactly how many years Ron has been farming, but the curvature in his spine and the creases in his brow told me it’d been more than just a few years. I’ll be honest—Ron’s farm smelled like…well, a pig farm. It was like visiting another planet. There was no sense of familiarity for me, unntil Ron walked up and shook my hand. His firm handshake belied the faded Wranglers that were swallowing his gaunt frame. His eyes were honest and kind. When people talk about salt of the earth, they’re referring to men like Ron Roth. Immediately, I didn’t feel like an alien. I didn’t even feel like a visitor. I felt like I’d known Ron forever. Because he was good. I wanted to be as dedicated to my craft as he was to his with a relentless daily wake-up and an occupation that brings nary an ounce of glory. He was the man! We shot for a day and then we fled the flatlands of Kansas almost as quickly as we’d arrived. Ron—if you’re out there, here’s to you! Thank you for your goodness and for the positive impact you left on me.

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