There resides a quiet paradox in nature photography: having to remain fully present while simultaneously performing an invisible choreography of decisions. If all goes right, occasionally you experience one of those rare moments behind the lens where everything aligns, if only for a moment…then the light changes, and it’s gone just as quickly as it came.
Nature photography has formed the perfect compliment to my work as a studio photographer. While both require extensive planning, logistical practicality, and a constant need for adaptability, the difference lies in the fact that when you’re in a studio and the light isn’t working, you simply walk over to that light and adjust it. No such luck in nature. Eventually you learn to appreciate the surrender of photographic control and flow within its constantly shifting parameters.
America’s lands have left an indelible mark in my development as a photographer and subsequently as a human being: the Oregon Coast stirred something ancient in me, the stars of the Mojave revealed a universal theater, and the birds of the Everglades showed me a true sanctuary. In the end, we feel the world as much as we see it, and I strive to create images that bear the weight of that reality.
