The obligatory 'about' section...here goes:

I’ve always called Montana “home.” My family moved to the Bitterroot Valley when I was just a kid, and it was there, in the shadow of the Rockies, that I grew up surrounded by trout streams, towering pines, and rugged mountains. Those early years shaped me — the rivers taught patience and perspective, the mountains taught freedom and respect, and both instilled in me a love for wild places that has never left.

When my family moved to Kentucky just before high school, it was a shock — geographically, culturally, and spiritually. Don't get me wrong, I met some lifelong friends and made some great memories there, but I knew, even then, that I’d find my way back to Montana one way or another.

The pull of the Rockies, the comfort of clear mountain streams, and the friendships forged on the water through fly fishing always called me home. It sounds cliché, but there are places that mark us forever — and Montana left its mark on me. After decades of winding roads, I can finally say: “Hey Mama, I made it back home.”

I grew up with the soundtrack of Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, John Denver, and Johnny Cash on 8-tracks. My first camera was a Kodak Ektralite 10 — a simple point-and-shoot 110 film camera that now feels more vintage than I’d like to admit, I've got it in a box somewhere.

From the start, I understood that photography was more than a hobby; it was a way to hold on to fleeting moments. Like a time machine, photographs preserve the places, people, and stories that might otherwise fade.

I credit my mom for sparking the passion. She always carried her 35mm Minolta, and had metal boxes stacked full of slides that held memories from our family adventures across Montana, New Mexico, and everywhere in between. Her habit of documenting life gave me my own photography bug — one I’ve never been able (or wanted) to shake.

Over the last decade, I’ve been fortunate to have work that allowed me to travel widely, collect thousands of images, and reconnect with friends scattered across the country. From those journeys, I’ve chosen some of my favorite photographs to share here — scenes of Montana landscapes, wildlife, and rivers, many in the timeless palette of black and white.

For me, photography isn’t meant to sit in a box or on a hard drive. It’s meant to be shared, displayed, and lived with. My hope is that the images I capture speak to you, stir a memory, or inspire a connection to the wild beauty of Montana. And if one of those photographs finds a home on your wall, it’s an honor beyond measure — a sign that my work struck a chord, the way this land has always struck one with me.