When I was very young, maybe five or six, my parents bought me my first camera--a small rectangular thing that took 110mm film. I carried it with me everywhere--from our front yard to the road trip we took a few years later that covered most of the southwest United States. My Dad, who previously pursued photography himself, began to teach me the rule of thirds and framing before I had memorized my multiplication tables. I don't think there's been a time in my life where a camera was out of reach, though the equipment may have changed from time to time, I've always been stuck on film (okay, there was a brief and dark affair with digital, but we parted ways both agreeing it was best).

I'm often asked why I chose film and I don't have an exact answer. I love that there is a particular grittiness with film, I love knowing exactly how every piece of my camera works, I love that I am able to partake in every step of the process from loading film into my camera to printing the final product... But I suppose what I really love is the anticipation that is only available with film cameras. There's a pleasure in the process-- from framing to focusing, shooting and hoping, and finally developing and discovering whether or not there's a single usable shot on any given roll. It's a daily lesson in patience and precision and one that I quite enjoy.

I am currently working on a few solo projects as well as traveling as the tour photographer for Crooked Creek Records.

Feel free to stop by my website or browse my shop, but please enjoy the photos I've been able to take as I've quietly paced from place to place.