A collection of images from client shoots, to personal favorites, great adventures, quiet solo outings, and fond memories of time spent with friends in the outdoors.
Portraiture, on location, studio and active lifestyle.
This selection of images were taken while leading photography workshops for Trail Runner Magazine over the last 5 years.
Photo instructing, art direction, on-location sports, running, outdoors
This project is a collection of photographs of the Western Slope, headwaters to the Colorado River.
Recently the West Slope project has taken on new meaning and purpose. I am realizing that these images have become more than pretty pictures but a record of a natural world in crisis. I have noticed that these places are changing quickly before my eyes and the research shows that change to these mountains due to climate change is happening fast. The summer of 2017 and 2018 were significantly hotter and drier than the summers preceding it. I started to noticed that the Aspen groves that I frequented weren’t as thick nor as alive as I remember from years past, the canopy was thinner as was the forest floor. At times the Aspen groves seemed to stand eerily quiet void of the familiar bird songs I was used to hearing.
A list of the tributaries of Colorado on the West Slope. This is an ongoing project. Asterisks identify places I have visited so far.
Blue River *
Eagle River *
Roaring Fork River *
Fryingpan River *
Crystal River *
Gunnison River *
East River *
Slate River *
Taylor River *
Uncompahgre River *
North Fork Gunnison River *
Little Dolores River *
Dolores River *
West Dolores River *
San Miguel River
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Landscape, nature, environment, climate change, population growth, forest decline, wildfires, water rights, water wars, extractive mining, water, drinking water, air quality, people, social-natural disconnection, territory, ownership, man’s mark, rebirth, farming, sustainability, local environmentalism, land stewardship.
The Declination Project is a 25 year photography retrospective. This body of work is based around the concept of searching for a sense of place.
If you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are.
The deep ecologists warn us not to be anthropocentric, but I know no way to look at the world, settled or wild, except through my own human eyes. I know that it wasn’t created especially for my use, and I share the guilt for what the members of my species, especially the migratory ones, have done to it. But I am the only instrument that I have access to by which I can enjoy the world and try to understand it. So I must believe that, at least to human perception, a place is not a place until people have been born in it, have grown up in it, lived in it, known it, died in it – have both experienced and shaped it, as individuals, families, neighborhoods, and communities, over more than one generation. Some are born in their place, some find it, some realize after long searching that the place they left is the one they have been searching for. But whatever their relation to it, it is made a place only by slow accrual, like a coral reef.
Wendell Berry is not talking about the kind of location that can be determined by looking at a map or a street sign. He is talking about the kind of knowing that involves the senses, the memory, the history of a family or a tribe. He is talking about the knowledge of place that comes from working in it in all weathers, making a living from it, suffering from its catastrophes, loving its mornings or evenings or hot noons, valuing it for the profound investment of labor and feeling that you, your parents and grandparents, your all-but-unknown ancestors have put into it. He is talking about the knowing that poets specialize in.
—excerpt from Wallace Stegner, The Sense of Place. 1992.