I am haunted by color, by sunrises missed, and by places unexplored. I am drawn to a sense of place , a feeling. I have climbing mountains, clung to cliffs, waded neck deep in rivers. I have been lambasted by sandstorms, frozen by blizzards, and have hiked my fair share in the dark. In the predawn I find myself. You can find me at a sweeping sand desert sunrise, under the Colorado aspens, behind an Oregonian waterfall, or gazing at the brilliant milkyway over a Utah arch. It's color, feeling, movement, texture, and silence. 

"Of all the paths you take in life; make sure some of them are dirt."- Muir