The work and where it came from.

I’m a Dayton-area photographer working across portraiture, landscape, and the moments I encounter between them.

Photography became real to me through an antique-store Minolta X-370. It still held an expired roll of 1980s Kodak film when I found it. Film cameras were what I could afford, and that limitation gave me a way to experiment with exposure, composition, and the mechanical process I had become fascinated by.

After seeing the student work at Stivers Celebrates, I wanted to study photography more seriously. At sixteen, I worked to help pay the out-of-district tuition to attend Stivers School for the Arts. Darkroom printing, critique, teachers, and the surrounding creative community gave structure and intention to what I had been teaching myself.

After a brief hiatus, a trip to Red River Gorge—and a single roll of film brought along to see whether the feeling was still there—brought me back to photography. Travel gradually expanded that return into digital work.

Zion taught me how much a landscape can mean through the people experiencing it beside you. The Olympic Peninsula changed my understanding of scale and of what deserves to be protected. Alaska taught me how much patience and physical effort can sit behind a single frame.

Now I’m rebuilding my practice around work that feels honest to me: exploring places, embracing natural conditions, and making portraits that reflect a person’s identity and relationship with their surroundings.