Campfires Create Storytellers

I’ve made best friends sharing life stories at a fire ring. Every photograph has a story behind it so here are a few.

If we aren’t already friends, let’s call this the start.


Torrey’s Peak

Sometime later, between catching breaths in the thinning air, my brain finally woke up and realized what I had gotten into.


New Zealand

I had a stupid smile on my face the majority of the time just because of the mountains. I felt like an idiot. But a happy idiot.



If you haven’t been, the spring time in Chile can be rainy - very rainy and very cold. To keep it simple the first few days we were rinsed.



Home has some weird connotations in my mind, and doesn’t necessarily have a smell, feeling or whatever else people describe it to be. Home is a sense of connection for me.