ALWAYS LOOKING WEST

For more than thirty years, I've traveled with a camera in search of places that make me feel something.

At first, I thought I was simply photographing beautiful landscapes and happy people. From the rocky coast of California to the beaches of West Africa, the streets of Rome, and the deserts of the American Southwest, I was always drawn to places filled with warm light, open skies, and a sense of possibility.

Looking back, I realize I was really searching for something else.

I was searching for wonder.

No matter where my travels took me, I found myself returning to the same idea. I wanted to slow people down. To take something they might pass every day—a palm tree, a cactus, a crowd gathered in celebration—and invite them to see it differently. By removing distractions and isolating my subjects from everything around them, I discovered that the ordinary often becomes extraordinary. Every subject has a personality. Every place has a story. Sometimes we just need the chance to notice.

For reasons I can't fully explain, I've always been drawn west.

Maybe it comes from growing up in California. Maybe it's the stories my family told about life in the Mojave Desert. Whatever the reason, the West has always felt like home to me. It's a place where the skies seem bigger, the light lasts a little longer, and there's a quiet honesty in both the landscape and the people who call it home.

Then, in 2019, something unexpected happened.

I watched a short documentary about a man raising bulls for rodeo. It wasn't the danger that captured my attention. It was the beauty hidden beneath the chaos. I watched it again. Then again. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

A few days later, I bought a pickup truck—affectionately named Angus—and headed west.

Since then, I've driven tens of thousands of miles across ranch country and rodeo towns, often chasing moments that last less than a heartbeat. Somewhere along those roads, I realized I wasn't photographing rodeo because it was exciting. I was photographing it for the very same reason I'd spent years photographing palm trees, cacti, beaches, and distant crowds.

I wanted to reveal what most people never have the chance to see.

When I remove the distractions, freeze a split second in time, or isolate a single subject from its surroundings, something changes. A bucking bronc becomes a dance. A cactus becomes a sculpture. A crowd becomes a collection of individual stories. The familiar becomes new again.

That's what continues to inspire every collection I create.

Whether I'm standing in the dust of a rodeo arena, hiking through the desert, wandering a coastal village, or watching the last light disappear over the Pacific, I'm still chasing that same feeling I've always been after—the quiet moment when beauty reveals itself.

My hope is that these photographs do more than fill a wall.

I hope they transport you. I hope they remind you of a place you've loved, or inspire you to discover one you haven't found yet. Most of all, I hope they encourage you to slow down, look a little closer, and surround yourself with things that make you smile.

Thanks for stopping by.

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