About Me
Pretty much, I just look at things. Occasionally, I take photos of them. The good ones end up here. The bad ones end up renamed something like “final_final2_ACTUALLY_final.Png.”
I’m 16. I grew up on mining claims in Colorado — chasing my dad through quartz fields, slipping on rocks, and learning that “shortcut” doesn’t always mean faster. Somewhere along the way, taking photos just started to feel right.
I’m not really chasing epic moments. I shoot the stuff most people walk past — a busted sign, a weird shadow, a mountain that doesn’t feel like showing off that day. Most of these were taken while slightly lost, mildly sunburned, and trying to decide if one more gas station granola bar was a good idea or a terrible one.
This site’s a mix of that: still moments, weird detours, and a lot of quiet hours with a camera and a 20-minute Grateful Dead jam playing on my speaker. Some shots came from eight-hour hikes. Some from pulling over too fast. Most just happened because I stopped and looked.
I didn’t know where I was for most of these. But it looked cool, so I kept going.
