The Naked Guy was more relaxed

Back in 2008, I was recovering from a broken ankle and going a little stir-crazy.

I had a white wall, tan carpet, a camera, and a creative urge to keep working.

So I invited a few people over and photographed them clothed and then nude in the same pose.
One of those people was my friend Arden. The funny thing is that Arden was nervous when he arrived. Not unusual.

The Stage Between Us

This past weekend, I turned a stage and an old piano into a temporary portrait studio.

No elaborate production. No giant crew. Just warm curtains, good light, and people willing to sit down for a moment and be seen.

One of my favorite things about portraiture is how quickly a person reveals themselves once they stop “posing.”

The Day We Didn’t Wait — A Cancer Journey, Community, and the Power of Showing Up

A documentary photographer captures a powerful day with a cancer patient, family, and friends—reminding us to live fully, stay present, and fight together.

What I’m really chasing

There was a time I thought photography was about chasing the shot.

Resonance in Paper and Time

It began with a photograph - a faded print from my father’s days in Vietnam.
A woman stands beneath a corrugated roof, her dress blooming with color even as the years have dulled the ink.
She sings, guitar cradled close, her voice long vanished but somehow still echoing through the grain of the paper.