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.