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.
Holy Smokes! This is the shredtopia I've been looking for over the last 3 years! It just feels so incredible and endlessly inspiring. I gotta say that the potential here seems limitless.
On October 28th 2015, I bought an old surveillance van that once belonged to the New York City Police Department. It was a beat up 1997 Ford E-350 that was being used to store scrap metal. Although its law enforcement decals had long been removed, you could still read "Detective Bureau" and "NYPD" where the paint had unevenly faded beneath the lettering.
I milked the month of November for every single spare moment I could and poured it into the renovation and construction of the van. Thankfully my ever supportive childhood neighbors were used to my antics at this point and never so much as complained as I worked on the van in the shared driveway of my parent's townhouse; cutting wood and drilling holes late into the night.
By December my new home was ready.
Ventures through the West, captured in the grey area between night and day.
Crawling and climbing through the porous earth, cavers take on a seemingly impossible darkness.
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.
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.
Spent some time in the lab and out in the field with my Entomolgy friends to meet the subjects of their fascination.
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.
The rock in the Southeast is truly something special. Bubbly forms and good friction keep us coming back every winter.
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.