I was 13 the first time I picked up a camera. My friends and I were into skateboarding and we built a ramp. I borrowed a camera from my buddy’s mom and just started shooting, guessing exposures, with no clue what the dials did. When we got the film back, one or two photos actually worked out. I was stoked. My dad always had a camera around, so I started using it more often. I took one photography class later on in high school where I learned to develop black and white film. It was amazing to see my negatives on a roll of film and to print them with an enlarger, all by hand. My jaw dropped seeing an image appear in the tray. And I haven’t put the camera down since.


When it comes to what I shoot, I’ve never quite kicked the skateboarding habit. I’ve been into action sports since I was really young; skateboarding, snowboarding, mountain biking, I love them all. In my travels, I’ve always found friends who were good riders and down to work in front of the camera. When we’ve hit the hills, parks or trails, we’ve always come back with the shot (and maybe a few scars) to show for our efforts.


I love traveling the world and seeing new places. When I was younger, my parents had a ton of slides with pictures of all the places they’d travelled. Looking at them, I knew I wanted to have the same photos of my own travels some day. Since then, I’ve been fortunate enough to see a bit of the world, whether with family, friends, or on my own. I’ve camped, hiked, canoed, flown, biked, and driven through many adventures. While I’ve explored new places and experienced new things, I’ve done it all with a camera in hand to capture the journey and share it.