Photo of the Week

Ice coats rounded granite boulders along the rugged coast of Maine on a frigid evening in February. The night before was the coldest weather my Dad and I have ever camped in, with temperatures dipping close to -20 degrees Fahrenheit! Braving the winter weather has several advantages, though, including practically zero crowds and interesting photo-ops. Acadia National Park, Maine. Prints Available.

About Me

There is no place that I feel more alive, more connected to what is important, than the wilderness. Whether an icy mountain summit, a misty forest, or a rocky coastline, the wild places of the world feel like home to me. While my love for the outdoors precedes my passion for photography, I now could not imagine having one without the other. Add a car to the equation, and the result for me is the feeling of absolute freedom, where the possibilities are limited only by my imagination and willpower. The roots of my passion for photography took hold while I was in college, and the memories of messing around with my first point-and-shoot camera are as strong as if those moments happened but last week. Back then I knew next to nothing about photography, but the thrill of exploring wild, lonely lands and trying to capture the beauty of the landscape and the emotions that it stirred up in me made me feel alive like never before. Since those early days of escaping campus at Syracuse University to go explore the nearby Morgan Hill State Forest, photography has taken me on a journey that my 20 year old self could have only dreamed of. From exploring the wild coast of Washington’s Olympic National Park with my best friends, to countless trips and treasured moments with my dad, to a year-long solo road-trip odyssey through the American West and British Columbia after finishing my PhD in Chemical & Biomolecular Engineering at Johns Hopkins, to camping in the Adirondacks with my wife and dog, exploring and photographing wilderness has been the driving force of my life. Each time I press the shutter and capture a singular moment in the wilds, something is awakened in me and I unequivocally realize that there is nothing else that I’d rather be doing. I hope that as you view my photography you’ll feel the same sense of awe and wonder that the wilderness instills

Photo of the Week

Intense sunset light illuminates the snowy mountains on a cold winter day. Light like this is incredibly fleeting, but witnessing the snowy landscape come to life while on a deserted summit makes the time and effort required to experience and photograph these special moments oh so worth it. Adirondack Mountains, New York. Prints Available.

Photo of the Week

Boulders poke above the snow along the outlet of Cavell Lake on a pristine winter morning in Jasper National Park, Alberta. Spending a few nights at the Edith Cavell Hostel and exploring the surrounding backcountry was one of the best winter adventures I’ve experienced thus far, and I can’t wait to return and make a longer excursion to explore the mythical Tonquin Valley. Prints Available.

Photo of the Week

While hardwoods such as maple, birch and aspen steal the show in autumn, as the temperature drops and snow begins to fall, it becomes time for the evergreens to shine. Stately evergreens caked with freshly fallen snow is one of my personal favorite subjects to photograph, and I was able to capture the one seen in the photo here under a colorful sunrise sky. Adirondack Mountains, New York. Contact for prints.

Photo of the Week

It’s about the journey, not the destination. This well-worn saying can be applied to almost any context, but may hold most true when used in regards to climbing mountains. The sense of achievement, awe, and wonder gained from moving your being to a mountain summit rivals any other human activity or pursuit in terms of sheer intensity and emotion. Yet mountains are about so much more than just reaching the summit. The route to and from the apex of these wilderness temples is filled with challenges that crescendo with elevation gained, and beautiful nooks and crannies of the forest that the hurried hiker can easily blow right past. I was reminded of all of this on a winter trek into the High Peaks, when I took a break while clambering along Phelps Brook. I had been in a hurry to put in miles up to this point, but as I took a breather I discovered that in my haste to reach loftier destinations, I had nearly blown right by what would end up being the most beautiful thing I saw all day. Fresh snow and ice ringed the cascading brook that I had been absentmindedly hiking next to, and a stillness that can only be found in the winter forest permeated the air. I sat and watched and listened to the water flow and the ice crack for a long while, until the chill and mist rising from the brook made me get moving again. I hiked the rest of the day with new eyes and a new mindset, and reveled in each step of the journey. Adirondack High Peaks, New York. Contact for prints.