It’s hard to say how my photography will be different in three, five, or twenty years. It’s already changed so much in the few short years I’ve been doing it. I do hope that at least I will still enjoy it later in life. While past passions have faded, my reverence for nature never has.

What I’m sure of is I love the natural places I already call home so much that I don’t feel a compulsion to photograph exotic places. It’s all good here, where I can take my time enjoying the creative life.

My photography will always be the opposite of a “hustle”. I love knowing the only real competition is with myself, and the only limits to creativity are ones I impose.

I’m also certain that the photographs will come in waves as the creative well naturally dries and refills. Even something as strong as a passion for nature can rise and fall in all its wild seasons.

Memories from days alone in the woods behind my childhood home are among my most cherished, so I will say this: the greatest achievement I could hope for is for my photos to transport a jaded person back to a time when the only thing that mattered was playing outside.