A small town boy with a serious need for snow and altitude. Liable to end up requiring professional help for his addiction to fluffy white Wasatch range powder. A freelancer since his California days, his early work in the industry funded the need for new gear and put gas in the ’93 Astrovan.
Now years later, armed with a BFA in Graphic Design from the University of Utah, the work has improved but the motivations are still the same. Its still about taking face-shots in the backcountry with the burn of a day’s touring in his legs, coming home with a head full of fresh visual ideas and catching enough shut-eye to do it again tomorrow.
A flatlander from the heartland turned alpine convert. He’s heard every ginger joke you can think of, but invites you to try all the same. Rooted in visual pursuits since his earliest days, the camera has become the driving creative force in his life.
With any hope of a normal life long ago cast aside, he thrives on the pressures and demands of the modern photographer. Pre-dawn set calls, blaring rock concerts and red-eye editing sessions are the only drugs he needs. He hates talking about which camera brand is the best; but for the record it’s Nikon. He does not shoot weddings.