Silver City Tintypes.

In the summer of 1983 I was 13. My father flew us out to SFO and rented a Mercury Lynx. We drove south to Laguna Beach for the cobra meet and attended Pebble beach concourse. I got a ride in a Lamborghini and the Vector by founder Gerald Wiegert. We drove back cross country to Boston through Reno and Yosemite. The 289 AC cobra would overheat in the Nevada heat while sitting in traffic. We had no money, and went to Harrah's casino to see if my Dad could make enough to eat. He dropped his last dollar in a ginormous slot machine and out spat a 1000 Silver dollars. We ate steaks and drove on. Journey's "Who's crying now" was playing on the radio. I fell asleep and awoke at sunset with my hair blowing in the wind doing 120 mph as we entered Yosemite. The olfactory senses were heavy with raw gas, the rich smell of the leather seats and crisp mountain air. I was in heaven. We arrived to camp at dusk and dropped our sleeping bags on the ground. The trees had all been stripped bare. I asked my father why. He stated as a matter of fact that is how the bears marked their territory. I fell asleep with one eye open. The next morning as the sun bathed El Capitan in warm light someone said to look at the climbers on the wall! They looked like ants.

Fast forward a few decades and I am an adventure photographer with fixer coursing through my veins. I see things in f-stops and shutter speeds. I don't really feel right unless I am behind the camera creating a fresh new image. Wet Plate, Sheet Film, Pixels or Video it's all part of my DNA. I've won my fair share of awards and made a lot of friends along the way. I'm still searching for that one image...

When I am not behind the lens I spend time with my wife Rixt and our kids, Miles & Sasha (twins) and Hayden.