Truth be told, I did not grow up dreaming of becoming an artist or a photographer, but life has a way of taking you down unexpected roads.
My life changed dramatically after suffering a traumatic brain injury (TBI) in October of 2013. I do not remember the accident and only have vague memories of the weeks, months and year that followed. It’s a strange reality to accept, but there are whole swathes of my life that I can no longer remember.
In the summer of 2014 I took an extended leave of absence from work. It was during this time that I took to the mountains surrounding Crested Butte, CO for weeks at a time to experience what I can only describe as “Wilderness Therapy.”
It was before one of these trips that I felt compelled to purchase a small digital camera.
During my time in the mountains I became acutely aware that I had started to view the world around me differently. I started to see lines, shapes, patterns and textures. I connected with the recurrent flow of water, the rhythmic movement of trees as they blew in the wind and the subtle tonal transitions of the mountains contours. For the first time in my life I felt integrated into the world around me, rather than just an observer.
I primarily create black and white images. For some photographers, this is a choice. For me, when I am fully absorbed in a landscape, the color usually fades away and I see a world bursting to life with vivid blacks, brilliant whites and a rainbow of greys.
It is not something I can fully explain. It’s just how I see.
In a very short time, photography has become an invaluable part of my life. It is through this medium that I can share with others how I interpret the world around me. It allows me to express what I am seeing, feeling and experiencing. Photography has provided me the opportunity to confront my existential dilemma caused by the TBI. It has helped me to accept the loss of the person I was and learn to embrace the person I am today.
Thank you for allowing me to share with you the world as I see it!