I grew up in the mountains of Colorado. Being surrounded by natural beauty my entire life it is a common theme that creeps into my art. I didn’t begin seriously photographing until I lost my seventeen year old brother to suicide. With his death, I lost my voice. Photography became my connection back to the world. As I worked my way through this tragedy I began to capture the world inside as well as around me. I moved to the coast to be near the sea and to study photography. It was an interesting time to study this medium because it was the last days before digital. I was classically trained as a photographer but fell in love with the Polaroid Land Camera and the Holga. Both cameras had plastic lenses and light leaks that lent a dreamy quality to their images. I’ve never been one to create a perfect photograph; I always found beauty in the imperfections and believed it to be more like real life.