I am out of my mind.
Somehow I've managed to find myself bound to sticks and surrounded by fire... how did this happen?
In 2005 I found myself possessed by the darkroom. I shot miles of film before pushing into digital... and I broke my first three point and shoots within 5 months.
I started photographing nature in Columbus' Metro Parks. I got down low, and walked where I wasn't supposed to. I saw some beautiful things, and I saw tragic messes. Culture was creeping into my landscapes.
In the pursuit of new perspectives I've collected a lot of images. Sometimes I even tie myself to a chair until I've compiled them into books.
Check out Blurb
for those publications.