Photography for People

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Growing up in The Forest (the actual name of my childhood neighborhood), was pretty surreal. My sister and I would hang out in the trees, dodging deer and breaking bikes. As the snow would start to fall, my dad would take us out of school every Friday to ski. We would ride up to the mountain in Bessie, the slowest Nissan pickup ever. I remember forgetting gloves and dropping gear until our dad would lose it. Descending from the flurry would always leave us stoked for the next week. In high school not much changed. I would take Sapphire, the slowest minivan ever, to Stevens Pass. She would be packed with friends and tetris-ed with gear.

  A rider first and a photographer second. I've learned that your background is important, but it's what you do with your gift that means something.


Arc'teryx          Stevens Pass          Em Socks

Minim          Sauce Posse          Patagonia

Anon          Dinosaurs will Die          Mission Ridge

Lost Bikes          Spacecraft Collective          Trew TGR

Treefort Lifestyles          Cotopaxi          Drink off Grid