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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 simply colors and tones I had ever worked with before. The browns, dark reds, and cloudy blues throughout this gallery are those 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 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
These are a collection of photographs captured over the course of three years during my studies in Australia.
Some are unpublished photos, lost in my large catalogue of random city trips that I have now found and processed.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, Sydney.
Regardless of intentionality, my hope is these photos tell the story of the diversity and creativity 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 provided a unique display of mist, fog, and clouds which produced tones of muted greens, dulled reds, and milky highlights.
Known as the very most northwestern geographical point of continental USA, Cape Flattery is 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 this day, 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 constant sheets of rain. We made the decision to head out regardless, and with camera gear under our coats, we hit the trail which ultimately 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 this journey in too small of a 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 leads you 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 had 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.