When I’m not clicking photos,

I’m most likely enjoying time at my cabin home tucked away in the foothills. I love starting my day off right with meditation, contentment, and a fresh ground coffee dripping through my chemex. 

I am the youngest out of six to the best family I’ve known. The morals of my family has molded me to the person I am today, and I am grateful for that. When I have a week open, most likely I’ll be enjoying a 11 hour road trip back home. (singing as loud as I can, listening to inspiring podcasts, and catching up with friends on the phone.) Looking back now, I feel my Mom planted the seed of passion for photography. I remember being an annoyed kid when I was young during birthdays and Christmas when Mom would pull out her point-and-shoot camera and have us all get together to take photos before opening gifts. Now, as I am older, I sometimes get surprised by another ziplock bag of pictures of the past every time I’m home. Now older, those images are so priceless and I am forever grateful my Mom documented all those memories.

I also love to take my Harley (Hank) out for a nice cruise to explore, try out new restaurants with friends, learn a new song on guitar, or shaking a leg at a red rocks concert. Music is another love I have and is like a photo to me. It has the power to time travel me back to a memory in an instant.

I get twice as much snow as Denver out here, so when it’s a chilly winter evening, I enjoy relaxing at home binging crime shows and of course, re-watching The Office for the 47th time.