You can spot me at the parking lot — I’m the one with the kayak on the roof rack.
A camera has been part of my kit since childhood. What started as a habit turned into a craft the moment I wedged it between my legs in a whitewater boat on the Sjoa River in Norway. Suddenly the river wasn’t just something to paddle — it was something worth documenting. The current, the drop, the faces of people hitting their first rapid.
That’s where it clicked.
I’ve tried a lot of things. School trained me as a paramedic — I did my time in the ambulance. I’ve run a small ski hill, handled snowmaking, pulled ski patrol shifts (hard to avoid skiing when you live here). I got pulled into a punk bikesharing project that made a city block worth caring about. And I’ve been teaching first aid long enough to have trained scouts, construction workers, firefighters, and anesthesiologists — sometimes in the same week.
Of all of it, I’ve helped the most people on the river.
The nomadic streak that drove most of this eventually ran out of road on the banks of the Sjoa. I’m still here — with a family now, and the kayak still on the roof rack.
What shapes how I work isn’t technique — it’s involvement. I don’t show up to photograph something from the outside. Usually I’m already in it.
If you’re working on something you care about, that’s the only thing I need to know. We’ll figure out the rest together.
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Head to the blog — that’s where I write about rivers, gear, and what it actually feels like out there.
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