I’m a dreamer, for better or worse. I easily get lost in the ocean of ideas, thoughts, and dreams in my mind. If left there, I sometimes wonder if I would be able to return. The driving force is curiosity.
We’ve all seen them. They’re a work of puffy, over-padded Velcroed art. These unsightly doughboys offer more protection for your camera gear, but they are no friend of nature photographers. In fact, they may be deadly…
For the first time in my life, I have absolutely no idea what the future may bring. I love it.
Very few photographer are able to pursue landscapes as their sole source of income – even fewer that are married! We find other things that we can point our cameras at to produce a little extra revenue. This quest has lead me to some interesting places in photography, but I never thought I’d be a real estate photographer—let alone enjoy it!
On April 24, 2015 I married my best friend, the love of my life. We spent our honeymoon along the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Despite having lived in the Old North State all my life, I had never been to the coast. I didn’t know what to expect, but was excited to experience it with my bride. Nothing could prepare me for what awaited.
Mist settles atop a placid Bass Lake as the call of a wood duck rings out in the darkness like a gunshot in the night. The crisp air threatens to burn my lungs if I inhale too deeply. I’m alone, yet surrounded by more life than most can ever hope to experience.
I haven’t written much lately or produced many new images. I couldn’t. No matter how many hours I started at a blank Word document or how often I stretched my tripod legs, I simply couldn’t produce. I was scared. I thought I’d lost it. Turns out I didn’t lose anything. Rather, I found myself.
Selling art is a strange business. I spend hours creating something from a lifetime of experiences that no one has ever seen before. I have no idea what the world’s reaction will be. Then, I put a price tag on it. That’s when things get interesting.
I’ve had a camera in my hand for nearly four years. I learn something new about the craft each day. It’s a passion. I MUST make images. I was careful in choosing that word. I have little interest in creating PHOTOGRAPHS.