I was born in Los Gatos, CA. After short stays in Manhattan and the Pacific Northwest my family moved to Redlands, CA, where I spent the remainder of my childhood. As a boy I would make forts in and among the orange groves and canyons that have all but disappeared from the area. The taste of stolen oranges and the smell of blossoms are fond memories of my childhood.
I first took notice of photography as an art during a summer stay with my grandparents. Their guest bedroom, where I was staying, doubled as a darkroom. Examples of their work hung on the walls along with certificates from photo competitions that they had earned. Looking back, I think I was just interested because the pictures were of people that weren’t a part of my family, they were different and interesting. In retrospect I realize that my grandparents were capturing singular moments in time. Fleeting experiences that were easy to miss but had been made eternal because my grandparents took notice and captured them on film. When I finally put my hands on a camera of my own I felt like I’d found the lens through which I could view life.
My camera is my license to wander, to walk slowly through the world, taking notice of the small moments of beauty that are so easily missed. I’ve found a wonderful subject in the Central Coast of California, where long, sandy beaches are interrupted by jagged, rocky coastlines and grassy hillsides are patched with green vineyards.
My recent work has focused on the stretch of coastline between Montaña de Oro State Park, just south of Los Osos, and Estero Bluffs State Park, just north of Cayucos. I lean toward using long exposures to smooth out the surging tides and isolate my subjects and the light that plays across them. I find myself shooting both B&W and color photos in equal numbers, choosing B&W to capture the contrast of light and shadow, and color when the vibrancy of the natural world cannot be denied.