As the son of a professional photojournalist, I grew up with a camera lens stuck in my face. In High School I dabbled in developing black and white film, but quickly realized Ansel Adams, I was not. After spending years working to ascend the ranks of aviation, I finally became a Captain at a major US Airline. A few years later, it started to become apparent that in my later years I needed to find something to occupy my downtime other than sampling chocolate chip cookies from around the world, so I decided to revisit photography in 2009.  Following in my father's footsteps, I bought some lights and an umbrella and set up my first photo shoot with a neighbour. I waited for him to do something interesting. He waited for me to tell him to do something interesting. Nervously, I checked the flash and accidentally set it off in my face. Thus my career as a portrait photographer came to an untimely demise. I decided to take advantage of the abundance of beautiful scenery in my home area of the Pacific Northwest, and took a landscape photography workshop. Five minutes in, I was hooked, and have spent the subsequent four years trying desperately to improve my skills both in the field and in processing my images. At 42, I'm lucky to have the type of career that lets me get out to see and photograph amazing things, a beautiful and supportive wife, and an adorable (if somewhat dimwitted) puppy. What more could one ask for?

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