The Beginning
How I got started
I had just landed in Miami and it was nearly a hundred degrees. I got the rental car and headed straight into gridlocked traffic. The exit was not moving and my time window was closing, so I decided to pass a few cars in a not-so-perfectly-legal manner. Of course, one of them happened to be an undercover cop who immediately pulled me over. Boop Boop. Just my luck. I explained to him the longest story imaginable and he laughed it off and let me go with a warning. Phewf! I was on my way to meet someone off of Craigslist to purchase my first ever DSLR camera. He was gonna meet me on his lunch and I was headed out of town. A few minutes late and I’d miss the chance.
While sitting in a freezing cold, bare-bones apartment in Monte Video, Uruguay a few days earlier I began to hatch an idea that would eventually lead me into the beautiful and magical world of landscape photography.
Over the previous several years I had been working throughout South America from Medellin, Colombia to Cordoba, Argentina. I was moved and shaped by the constant thread woven through this incredible continent of beauty and pain, joy and heartache, and peace and violence. It was like a tapestry, on one side, a magnificent mosaic of all things beautiful in life; stunning mountains and countryside, warm smiles and happy faces, good music, big families, and some of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Yet, like a tapestry, on the other side was a winding chaos of broken lives. It was a twisting of tales woven through long threads of suffering with loose ends dangling in the abyss of poverty and pain.
Above, as the “the worlds greatest soccer player” I show off my incredible soccer skills during an event for underprivileged families in Cidade De Deus, Brazil.
I’ve never had money, but I learned at an early age that while I did not have the means to feed, clothe, or house those who live in such a need, I could feed them with words of hope, clothe them with kindness, and bring love and laughter into their homes. I studied Spanish and Portuguese every day and eventually became fluent. I learned that I could teach at an orphanage, I could accompany the U.N. into the jungle, I could visit homes for the elderly and others in horrible prisons or youth detention centers, I could spend time with the homeless on the streets, and find ways to bring joy and education to children who had nothing. All without having a lot of money.
I often noticed that most of the walls of the homes and facilities I visited were barren, unpainted, and made of crumbling cement or adobe. I imagined waking up every day in such a place. I looked at dense urban cities where homes were shacks, and neighborhoods were stacks of shacks sprawling in every direction. The ambient noise was shouting sellers, honking cars, crammed busses, sirens wailing, and hundreds of stray dogs barking in every direction. A far cry from the solace of the deep forests, quiet peaks, and gentle rivers I have come to know and love in my home country of the United States.