There's something hauntingly beautiful about the juxtaposition of New Bedford's industrial harbor against its storied whaling past. As someone who typically finds himself documenting vast plains and h...
The first time I stood on Wyoming soil as a teenager visiting my grandfather's ranch, something profound shifted in me. The endless horizon, the dance of grass in the wind, the relationship between ho...
The first time I drove through Nampa's rolling farmlands, I was struck by how the golden hour light transformed ordinary wheat fields into oceans of amber waves. Having grown up between San Bernardino...
Standing on the observation deck of the KL Tower at golden hour, I watched as the last rays of sunlight painted the Petronas Twin Towers in a warm amber glow while shadows crept across the city below....
The first time I witnessed Utah's red rock landscapes, I felt the same expansive wonder I experienced as a teenager on my grandfather's Wyoming ranch. That vastness that first drove me to pick up a ca...
The morning light breaks through a thin veil of mist hanging over the Willamette Valley, casting the world in a golden hue that photographers dream about. I stand at the edge of a rolling field, my ca...
The first time I visited Denver, I was struck by how the city seems to exist in perfect tension between worlds – urban sophistication against the dramatic backdrop of the Rockies, historic architectur...
The moment my boots touched down on Tongatapu, I knew I'd found a photographer's paradise that few have truly explored. Far from the well-trodden paths of the South Pacific tourist circuit, Tonga's ma...
The morning call to prayer echoes across the Bay of Algiers as I adjust my aperture, trying to capture that perfect moment when golden light washes over the city's white buildings. This is Algiers – *...