Ireland, captured over ten days while on my honeymoon, proved itself to be one of the most beautiful, diverse, and surprisingly challenging destinations to capture.
The landscape and culture of the country was nothing like I had ever seen before: constant mist, low visibility, and even simply colors and tones I had never worked with before. You will notice a lot of browns, dark reds, and cloudy blues throughout the gallery, which are the colors I am referring to.
The landscape was covered with these varying hues, which is quite a difference from the deep greens in the Pacific Northwest, or the high contrast of blue and orange in Australia. This first became evident to me not in the camera, but when I got into the editing.
The colors were so rich and bold that I found myself, more often than not, rolling back the saturation and vibrancy to achieve something close to what I had seen in person.
The locations where the photos were captured range across the entire country itself. However, the majority were captured on the southwest side of the country, between the counties of Clare and Cork.
I have never personally had a place actually take my breath away and motivate me to pull over quickly to capture a view. There were even times where I did not take a photo at all, simply because I would not be able to properly portray what I was seeing.
I hope these images tell a story; a story of an accepting culture, deeply saturated in history, and a place broadly untouched by the modern demands we live in today.
"May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind always be at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields." - Irish Blessing
A collection of photographs that were captured over the course of three years during my studies in Australia.
Some are unpublished photos that were lost in my large catalogue of random city trips that I have now found and processed, others are from portrait shoots where I turned around to snap a photo of the city. The rest are intentional, to capture the heart and life that creates the cultural backbone of the mega city that is called Sydney.
Regardless of intentionality or not, I hope that these photos tell the story of diversity and creativity that this city translates through it's architecture, colors and weather.
San Francisco is a unique city, which in the winter, showed itself as a quiet and laid back town.
These photos were captured on a quick day trip to the misty city in the dead of winter. The weather itself provided a unique display of mist, fog and clouds, in turn producing tones of muted greens, dulled reds and milky highlights.
Known as the very most northwestern geographical point of continental USA, Cape Flattery located just an hour and a half north of the more famously know Forks, Washington. Cape Flattery is a hidden beauty of natural sandstone cliffs with dozens of coastal caves, carved slowly by the repetition of pounding ocean swells.
My buddy Andrew and I left our hometown of Poulsbo, Washington at four o'clock in the morning, hoping to reach our destination just in time for a sunrise on the coast. The three-and-a-half hour drive west was full of good music, lots of laughs, and way too many mandarin oranges.
Finally reaching Cape Flattery, just twenty-minutes before sunrise, we quickly learned there would not be much of a sunrise to enjoy. Dark clouds awaited us with consistent sheets of rain. We made the decision to head out regardless, and with camera gear under our coats, we hit the trail which finally led us to the coast.
Myself and three guys rented a car and went north along the East Coast of Australia with no set places to stay, no plans, and certainly no predestined routes
We followed the road, letting the beauty of the coast reveal itself. We camped along journey in a way-too-small tent on beaches, in the bush, or wherever we could manage.
"You don't take a photograph, you make it." -Ansel Adams
A five-mile roundtrip hike through the dense Washington forest, which leads you up to an abandoned forest fire cabin with a view that spans seemingly to the edge of the earth.
As I hiked this trail with my good friend Lance, we hit an elevation where everything became more and more frozen. Every drop of moisture that touched a rock formation, branch, or even the smallest pine-needle was suspended in the direction of the wind. It was as if someone has pressed pause on Mother Nature and left it still, crisp, and in complete silence.
Taking off in a bright-yellow Jeep Cherokee, my friend Spencer and I decided to ascend old forest service roads in search of the highest point in which four-wheel-drive could take us. We were not disappointed.
All photos in this gallery were taken either on a Kodak Brownie box camera with modified 120 size film, or a Pentax K1000 with a array of different films. No filters here.