About Me

Early exposure to Jonathan Swift, followed by years of damp Pacific Northwest weather have shaped my sense of humor. I lack the canniness of Red Green, but also the dreariness of Ibsen. It’s a nice balance.

Physics, photography and tomfoolery combine in a lesson on stroboscopic light.Most years, I’m a photographer by trade, but this has varied. A few years back, you would have found me in a classroom at Auburn High School, teaching Visual Communications. Before that, there were years as a finish carpenter, boat builder, roofer, cannery worker, “Santa Shack” photographer (and chief Santa wrangler/stand-in).

But the profession I always drift back to in between the random career shifts — the work I love — is photography. Perhaps I was just lucky, but I feel privileged to have watched the craft change from wet darkroom to digital, so I’m comfortable kvetching with the cranky, hunched old timers reminiscing about the days when potassium ferricyanide was the secret to bringing out the details in the shadows of a print, but I also feel comfortable debating with 20-something designers the pros and cons of working in L*a*b color mode.

On the personal front, I’m married to a marathon-running personal chef who has qualified for the 2009 Boston Marasthon. I’m trying to do the same. We live near Greenlake in Seattle with a very spoiled cat.