I wait for the weather to do something honest.

I photograph the quiet edges of cold places — the hour before light, the weather that empties a valley. Available for editorial, prints, and the occasional expedition.

I’ve spent the last decade in the high latitudes, mostly alone, mostly cold. The work is less about the grand view than the moment just before or after it — the fog rolling in, the last band of light leaving a ridge.

Prints are made to order on cotton rag in editions of fifteen. For commissions, editorial, or expedition work, the inbox is open.