It’s taken me some time to realize the importance of community. Not just my extended photography community, but also the community in which I live. When I was asked to shoot a social campaign for Blundstone Boots, I was stumped at first because they were looking for farm photography and I mostly focus on adventure/lifestyle. But then I realized I had a community of sustainable farmers – many of whom I’ve shared a beer with – living right here in the Roaring Fork Valley. Within a few hours, I had put together a book and casting list and had it sitting in Blundstone’s inbox.
Last winter I went on a journey that’s been on my list of to-dos for some time. I convinced Sarah Herron into joining me, despite her fears (the original plan was to sail from Panama to Columbia). This was going to be our first trip since we officially starting dating that didn’t involve some sort of sponsored aspect. I wanted to explore, just the two of us, with zero expectations from anyone, especially us! And just enjoy travel photography and the simple art of exploring!
As a photographer it’s sometimes hard to justify shooting non profit photography, especially pro bono. But every once in a while some a project comes along that is just too perfect to pass up. Last spring I was presented with an opportunity to direct a film and a stills campaign for the non-profit SheLift.
I recently had one of my all-time best days of shooting. And of course, I was alone. I endured freezing rain, massive, powerful gusts of wind and shivered until the night turned to light. If this sounds torturous… well, that’s because to some degree it was. But at the same time it was invigorating, it was exciting and when the darkest midnight hues warmed to light, baby blue, it can be more than worth it.
On a recent hike into the high country near Aspen, Colorado, I was asked, “Aren’t you not supposed to shoot into the sun?” I didn’t really know how to respond, so I said that once rules are “mastered” they can be broken. But honestly, I’m not so sure I agree with that.
After three weeks of 5 a.m. wake-ups, several hundred kilometers on a motorbike, I finally found myself sitting in 100-degree heat, editing and backing up my files. It was during this much overdue backup that my external decided to fail.
For many, it needs no introduction. Varanasi: The holiest of holy places in India, where Shiva and Ganges meet. People pilgrim by the millions each year to bathe in the …