I was born in a motel in Arizona, which is where I spent most of my life until I was 19 (Arizona, not the motel). My early years were spent in the deserts of Southern Arizona, and I grew up with pet rattlesnakes, gila monsters, tarantulas, a coral snake, and anything else that we could catch.
I was pulled out of school when I was 13, and I started to work full-time shortly thereafter. By 15, I had saved up to buy my first car (a '52 Plymouth Cranbrook) and my first real estate parcel. By 19, I had worked as a carpenter, stone mason, tile setter, newspaper editor, caretaker of a shortwave radio station, artist, search and rescue technician at the Grand Canyon, and foreman of a crew on a $25 million country club. My 20th birthday was spent on a lovely retreat in Great Lakes, IL in the Naval Recruit Training Center, where I started the next five years of my life as an Aviation Electronics Technician for the U.S. Navy.
After leaving the Navy, I spent several years in corporate jobs that I hated, until life took a drastic and unexpected turn and I found myself running a business crafting gear for fire performers across the world, and working as a circus sideshow performer. Suddenly I found myself needing to document everything again, and whirled back into my love for photography.
All of the brightest moments in my life have involved a camera, in some form or another. My life has been unconventional, and at times, downright bizarre. It seems only just to bring a camera for proof.