A Journey Written in Water and Light
From frozen mountain peaks to the ocean's whispering depths how decades of chasing moments became a lifetime of capturing stories.
My creative voyage unfolded in four transformative tides:
📷 2005 – The Limits of Light
Freezing on Everest's foothills, I realized my camera could capture snow's glitter but not the climber's trembling hope. Photography, I learned, frames what's visible, but stories live in the unseeable.
🌊 2008 – The Ocean's First Whisper
Off the Oregon coast, the waves spelled words in the foam. Not metaphorically, I swore I saw glyphs swirling in the breakers. That's when the journals began filling with what my lens couldn't capture.
📖 2015-2022 – The Drowning Years
Twenty-seven journals filled with sea dreams and abandoned drafts. Like the tide, I kept returning to the same shore: a story about what the ocean remembers that land forgets.
🚢 2023 – Surrendering to the Tide
The year I stopped resisting the current. "The Rise of the Ocean" wasn't written; it was dredged up from depths I'd spent years afraid to explore.
Neither Photographer Nor Writer, But a Translator of Tides
My first language was light. For decades, I spoke it through the lens, capturing how dawn gilded alpine snow and how storms bruised the sea at twilight. But in 2008, off the Oregon coast, the ocean answered in a tongue I didn’t know I understood.
That’s when the journals began.
What started as field notes for photographs became something stranger: dialogues with the waves, half-dreamed myths about what moved beneath them. By 2023, those fragments had a heartbeat. ‘The Rise of the Ocean’ isn’t just my debut novel; it’s the developed negative of a truth my camera could never capture."
When the Viewfinder Wasn't Wide Enough
How a lifetime of chasing perfect light led me to embrace the shadows and the stories they told.