Bringing a studio-style sensibility into the field, we lit up the ice flows of Bucks County, PA with an array of LED lights to shoot Princeton Tec's Vizz Headlamp.
I'd been to the rim of the Grand Canyon plenty of times and always wrote off the experience as underwhelming and touristy. It took 14 days of sheer hell at the bottom of the big ditch to help me realize how spectacular of a place it really is. Gotta go back.
The Pocono Mountains run along the western shore of the Delaware River as it divides Pennsylvania and New Jersey through a region known as the Delaware Water Gap. An ostensibly low key part of the world, local kayakers cherish it as one of whitewater's best kept secrets. When the rains roll in, the Poconos turn into a beautiful playground of steep drops and deep pools.
In a rare late season patch of warm fall weather, we stumbled upon a color we'd never seen in these parts before.
My friend Kat clued me in about an abandoned mine in the new town she just moved to and suggested that I check it out as it might be something I'd be into. She was right.
After my fair share of bike touring including a transcontinetal solo trip when I was 18, I'd begun to grow disenchanted with the idea of bicycle travel. The Tall Bike was my solution. A means to make roads longer, hills taller, and human interactions all the more interesting. In the fall of 2016, my friend Tony and I caught a ride up north and rode back home from the Adirondacks to New Jersey - I on my tall home made steed and he on a salvaged decades-old frame. It was a weird trip full of stealthy urban camping, soul crushing moments that would ultimately lead to Tony's break up with his then girlfriend, and a unique set of mechanical issues.
I grew up in and around New Brunswick, NJ, a town which is home to one of the premiere underground music scenes in country. I've spent many a night enjoying the local DIY community while squished into sweaty basements with funny names like Meat Towne or The Tijuana Velodrome. Shows have long been a part of my life that I've engaged in as a performer, spectator and photographer.
It seems like every other kids story has some sort of cave element to it - from The Goonies to Hercules. There was one about some kids who built a club house in a cave behind their house... What a dream.
Spent some time out in the field with my Entomolgy friends to meet the subjects of their fascination.
A summit all to ourselves on top of one of America's most iconic monuments was well worth hunkering down to wait out two separate storms mid-wall while all the other parties bailed.
In early May, the only ice that remains below Kaaterskill Falls is dripping and cracked forming an ice cave just large enough to snake through.
I called up my buddy Smiz and we met up on the river at 12:30am for a midweek midnight photo session on one of our favorite local runs. I love working in the dark.
The rock in the Southeast is truly something special. Bubbly forms and good friction keep us coming back every winter.
Ventures through the West, captured in the grey area between night and day.
The High Tatras are a mountain range that divide Poland on its southern border from its Slovakian neighbors. These were my dad's old stomping grounds. The hills he cut his teeth on when soviet occupied Poland meant that there was no food on store shelves, let alone Alpine gear.