My first real photography teacher was my grandfather. He was a quiet man, who spent a good portion of his adult life living in Oregon’s Santiam Pass, along the Pacific Crest Trail. Back then, he wasn’t shooting on digital cameras - everything was on film and slides. I still remember being just a small boy, and seeing slideshows of photos that he’d taken while walking out in the Jefferson Wilderness. I remember being inspired by stories of him and my grandmother hiking the PCT in their 60s, and how I felt as though I’d picked up a family tradition of sorts when I started hiking with a camera after college.

Landscape photography has taught me that it’s not important what you look at - it’s important what you see. It’s taught me how to slow down. It’s put me in some of the world’s most beautiful places in time to watch sunrises, sunsets, and the milky way in ways that I only dreamed about as a kid. I’ve traveled with my camera through America’s National Parks, the Swiss Alps, and the Amazon Rainforest - and I’ve come to appreciate that there’s much beauty in those places because there is much beauty everywhere.