If I Was A Bee I’d Be Busy


Coffee. Breakfast. Gym. Shower. More Coffee. Work. Luch. Work. Dinner. Dishes. Sleep. Repeat. We’re busy. Our lives are undeniably filled to the brim, with constant comings and goings. How many times have we all breathed out a frustrated sigh and wished for more hours in a day? How many times have we asked someone how they’ve been only to get the lackluster repeated reply, “Busy”. We’re all just so damn busy.

So if we’re all so busy, and tired, and tired of being busy, why do we fuss so much over it?  It seems like more and more we live in a world, where we are judged on the number of things we do rather than the merit of them.  There are a lot of things we can do to “keep busy” that are well worth our time and energy. But what are we doing that’s taking our time that doesn’t make a difference in the world or make us happy? If we all stopped and took a good look the list is probably longer than we’d like to admit. Sometimes doing less really will lead to doing more. The world can be weird like that.


Photography can teach us a lot about what really matters. Take a moment, think about it. The times we pull out our smart phones, toss that mini camera in our bag, or lug around that extra large professional piece of equipment just to commemorate a moment in time. Those are the times that matter. We take pictures to remember. To remember what makes us happy, to remember special moments, to remember achievements, and times that this good life was truly great.  We take pictures of the people, places and things that matter. So take a moment, pull out that old box of photos, or open up the gallery of smart phone, and browse. Check out those photos, and find out what matters. Life is short, be busy, but like the bee, make your busy matter!

Something Good This Way Comes


Rocky Road: Earthscapes: Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado

Summer. It’s almost over. The stores are busy hustling and bustling back to school gear. Before you know it we’ll all be baking apple pies and talking Christmas plans. Summer. It always seems so promising in the start and so fleeting in its finality.

For me summer has been as season of change. A season of travel. And a season of discovery. I traveled over 8,000 miles. I ran and hiked over 200 miles. I got some amazing shots, and I took some really not so good pictures. I had highs and lows, and a killer tan. Summer, this year was its own journey. It’s always good to glance at where we’ve been to get perspective on where we’re going. (My advice:glance, don’t stare. Paralysis by analysis is real.) Glancing back on my own summer of love I pulled a few of my favorite shots from this season.

Barren: Earthscapes: Arches National Park, Utah
Buddy Backpacker: Portraiture: Lost Lake, Colorado
Alpine Solitude: Portraiture: Mount Evans, Colorado
These Boots: Life in Still: Monument Rocks, Kansas
Fisherboy: Portraiture: Outerbanks, North Carolina
Finger Hold: Earthscapes: Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Some of these are old news to you, and some are brand new additions to the gallery. Some of these are complicated shots and others, a simple case of right place, right time. If you had the chance to follow along with the adventure this summer. I just want to say thanks. You didn’t have to, but you did. Whoever you are, wherever you may be, your support means something, and has not gone unnoticed.

Wall Street: Portraiture: Moab, Utah
Wall Street: Portraiture: Moab, Utah

As I step into fall it’s alot like starting a new school year, I’m full of excitement, expectation, and anticipation. Somethings I know will s happen, and others I’m not so sure of. The magic is in the mystery. What I do know?  I know with certainty that something good this way comes…

Series In Production Sneak Peek: Shells

“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self, we find in the sea”

EE Cummings


Shells are a lot like people. Some of them look alike, but no two are truly the same. A perfect specimen, is almost impossible to find; the broken parts, make the whole even more beautiful, the surface scars, marks of character, a life well lived. They change over time, grow, adapt. Some move with the tide, others travel freely. Strength on the outside, vulnerable within. If you hold them close, they’ll whisper you their secrets. Every shell, has its own story, a unique past and an uncertain future. Shells are a lot like people.



Photographing a shell is a lot like photographing a person. They do the work. They’ll talk if you’ll listen. The job is to capture what they have to say.


These shells were quite the talkers, look out for the completed work coming to the online gallery soon!