Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I have always had a passion for adventure and the outdoors. My roots include many important figures who fostered my desire for adventure: a great-grandfather who fly-fished in Northern California; grandparents that dedicated their lives to rock climbing, while showing my mom the United States in a VW bus. Largely because of my family, my sense of adventure was ingrained in me at a young age. As a kid, my brothers and I would bring our dog to the creek behind our house to catch salmon with our bare hands or make rope swings. To capture our adventures, I began taking photos and was immediately drawn to creating images of people and the landscapes that I loved as a kid. Since dedicating my career to photography, I have lived in New York City, traveled to different places to create images for clients, summited the highest peak in Washington’s Pickett Range, rowed a drift boat down 47 miles of white water on the Deschutes River, drank whiskey out of the barrel on location in Nicaragua, and met some of the raddest folks along the way. Despite the variety of these experiences, they all share two things in common: I had a smile on my face and a camera in my hand.