I’ve lived in Colorado twice in my life, the first time was as an infant. My folks packed up the car, and we headed for Durango. I attribute my love of mountains to that early imprinting. At age 14, I picked up the camera on my first backpacking trip. Luckily for me, my Dad was not a photographer, and the rolls of film allocated to documenting our week-long adventure went unused. I was the most advanced art student in my middle school, but it all felt like speaking a foreign language. As I tried framing the San Juan Mountains in the viewfinder, everything clicked. The cloud of mosquitoes around me became inconsequential. My sore muscles from long days on the trail stopped screaming. That moment was transcendental. Photography was “It” for me, a natural blend of technology and artistry. While not a Colorado native, I was born a Landscape Photographer that day.
