I grew up in Florida, watching too much TV to avoid the plastic flamingos. They were scary in ways I couldn't understand yet. Otherwise I hid in my room reading and drawing and dreaming up stories. Later I went to college for a degree I’ll never use, then traveled the country for a few years (read: hobo) and wrote bad poetry. Heartbreak in the desert, soul-searching in Mexico, some ill-fated novel somewhere in there. I finally settled (sort-of) in the Pacific Northwest and picked up a still camera. Chasing ghosts, I honed my craft, and after selling a few prints, remembered why I got into this photography thing in the first place—movies. Not just light and shadow, but motion and sound, character and story. So I started making short films with my pals, experiencing all aspects of production, from the script to the set to the final cut, and with all the beautiful headaches and well-worth-it rewards in-between. Enjoy!