I used to think the day began when you opened the porch door. Not when the sun rose, not when the sky softened from ink to blue, but when your hand found the knob and the cool air slipped inside, carrying with it a thousand urgent possibilities. I would already be waiting pacing, shifting, the…

When people think of floral photography, they often imagine a perfectly opened rose, dew clinging delicately to its petals, colors saturated and luminous. Beauty, frozen. For me, photographing flowers has never been about documentation alone. It is about entering a space where light, form, and attention converge. It is less about the flower as a…

I often get asked how I captured a shot of a stunning sunrise or sunset. What did I shoot with and what was the lens and so forth. Most often my answer is not what people expect: I merely looked back on it. Not metaphorically, but literally. And that’s my advice to anyone who may…

Every nature photographer has a secret behind their work. Some credit the gear. Others talk about timing, patience, or years spent chasing the ideal scene. The stunning sunrise or the morning mist. I myself have captured many of these from my summer lakeside camp in northern Vermont. Yet I must acknowledge one of the greatest…

A background in journalism trains you to notice what others might miss. It sharpens your ability to observe, to ask why something matters, and to recognize the subtle details that give a larger story its meaning. Long before I ever lifted a camera with the intention of making art, those instincts were already in place—honed…