Here’s a few selected blog posts that I hope deliver a sense of what I’m like when given a keyboard, a mission, a good Spotify playlist, and a cup of chamomile tea. My writing isn’t always as mild as all that, but it’s honest. In addition to photography and video, I’m happy to lend a hand as a freelance writer for your next project. Contact me here.
In this post, I genuinely discover, as I write, why I photograph waterfalls. I’m also proud to say that I don’t make any references to that TLC song.
Ruminations on upstate NY > Portland, ME > Mystic, CT
Has a camera lens actually inspired me enough to write a review? Yes. Well, sort of. I also just want to expand my writing portfolio.
Under the conservative sheet metal lurks a stupid-fun (and stupid-fast) car.
A whirlwind of a quick vacation in Maine left me tired but happy as I drove home this past Monday. Quickly, however, the wind was knocked out of me with news that Jules Bianchi, a Formula 1 driver who had been comatose since a violent crash last year, had died. He was about to turn 26. While the Formula 1 world held out the highest hopes for the Frenchman, the possibility of any recovery grew smaller and smaller as time passed.
New Jersey is a place where baffling decisions are often made by those in power. I suppose that's true of most places, but one such decision is tough, if not impossible, for me to see any shred of logic in. Last year, the state voted to demolish Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital, a long-abandoned structure in the middle of Morris County. As a fan of urban exploration and abandoned places, I was naturally dismayed at such news; anger, however, soon followed.