From my first climb as a young seventh grader I was hooked on fighting the pull of gravity. After 26 years of squeezing into tight shoes I still love the rush of air beneath my toes. My photography career has evolved as a necessary byproduct of the climbing lifestyle. Its kind of crazy to think I make a living hanging out around campfires, catching the early dawn light, and photographing friends during the day. Sure, I spend more time in the office than the field, but the mind has a way of only remembering the good times.

Its a little odd that I live on a NorCal surf town and am a rock climber/photographer. People keep asking: "Do you surf?" "Well, I, uh, I have surfed, but no, I can't call myself a surfer." That's usually close to what I say, which really is true. Problem is, my friends who surf are pretty badass, and I get tremendous satisfaction from photographing them crushing it on an epic wave. Hopefully I'll have a new answer in the not too distant future. Meanwhile, I'm stoked to be on the beach watching, learning. The images here are by-products of living among a vibrant community of ocean loving people. Specific locations aren't listed.