The Dahlia

The Dahlia

The Dahlia was awarded Honorable Mention in the 2024 Prix de la Photographie Paris (Px3), a recognition that feels both humbling and affirming. It is a study in restraint and reverence — a single bloom rendered in soft, deliberate light, each petal unfolding like a whispered intention.

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Let Them Have the Downgrade

Let Them Have the Downgrade

For years, I poured my creativity, skill, and passion into a niche I loved—crafting one-of-a-kind posters, flyers, and marketing materials that told stories as vivid and dynamic as the performers themselves.

My work wasn’t just decoration. It was art that captured movement, emotion, and culture—something unique and authentic, made with deep understanding of the craft and community.

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Dogwood Bloom

Dogwood Bloom

Dogwoods Bloom was created in late spring, deep in the hills of Belmont County, Ohio, where the first dogwood blossoms opened like quiet stars against the still-bare woods. Captured in black and white, the image strips away color so the form, light, and texture can speak in their purest voice.

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“It’s Just a Photo” — And Other Lies I’ve Told Myself

“It’s Just a Photo” — And Other Lies I’ve Told Myself

It’s not just a photo. It’s everything I’ve ever learned about light, patience, timing, and trust—compressed into a single frame.

What most people don’t see is the years it took to learn how to recognize the moment, feel the emotion, and build the technical skill to capture it—not by accident, but on purpose.

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You Don’t Need Permission

You Don’t Need Permission

Some of the most powerful and career-defining work a photographer can do comes from personal projects — self-initiated, self-funded, and self-published. These are the projects born from curiosity, conviction, and creative hunger, not commercial briefs. And they matter more than you might think.

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Sunrise in Glacier Bay

Sunrise in Glacier Bay

Sunrise in Glacier Bay was captured in May 2019 during a cruise through Alaska’s majestic wilderness. It was 3:30 AM, and while most passengers slept, I was bundled in four layers, perched on the ship’s bow, determined not to miss a single second of the unfolding dawn.

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