I’m a fine art photographer, exploring images of our world in light and shadow and color.

I’ve been photographing nature for years, now I’m including more projects, a couple of fine art projects and a couple of documentary photography projects.

Life is better with a camera.

I wasn’t expecting to become an artist.  I never thought I’d learn to be able to.  

I am a science nerd who never hung out with the cool kids making art.  

Almost every summer was out in the national forests, except for a few in Europe.

I studied physics, then anthropology & psychology.  Not expressive culture, but cognitive and psychological anthropology.  Mental models of culture, theories of emotion, and so on.

A break from grad school became a career building websites, watching as this new technology transformed our relationships, how we undertand our world, and how we make culture.

The camera I’ve had since I was 12 was always at hand, but I wasn’t an artist or anything.  Just an enthusiast.  I’m not artistic, you see.  Just something about myself I had to accept.

Some photo artists asked me to join their review group, and that was fascinating.  Seeing artists talk about making art, seeing their work develop, was very cool.  They were encouraging, but… the habits of thoughts of a lifetime.  I could travel down that path, but that transmutation of experience into art… I’m just to practical for that.  But learning about this is rewarding, and I like the path and the people.

An impulsive submission of photos to get some professional feedback instead became an invitation to include my art in Art Santa Fe (I’m on the flight there as I write this).  

After all this time, all the twists and turns of this path, I seem to have become an artist.  All those projects I wasn’t going to do because “I’m not an artist”, are now on the table.  

The world is in front of my camera.  This is going to be interesting.