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My life has been stitched together by stories, and most of them begin with geography. Arizona was the first chapter; I grew up on the side of a prehistoric stratovolcano that exploded four hundred thousand years ago. Every morning was proof that the world is older and stranger than I’ll ever understand. I dug trenches for utilities near Orayvi, a village founded around 1100 AD that is still inhabited. I collected Zuni pottery shards left behind by a displaced people, and I kept bolo ties from my grandfather like charms against forgetting.
Phoenix came next,
where I shot wedding films in heat that bent the air and erased your sense of time. Wedding work is where I learned a brutal truth: you get one chance. The kiss, the laugh, the tear; they don’t wait for you. Miss the shot and the story dies, and the only thing left is regret and polyester sticking to your skin.
Throughout this time I was polishing my craft- I’ve spent tens of thousands of hours in Premiere Pro, and spent countless moments rearranging lights to grab the perfect frame.
Now I live in Seattle with Rachel, my wife since 2017 who still laughs at my worst jokes, and our two dogs: a golden retriever convinced we’re fused at the hip and a blind pit bull who insists on eternal babyhood.
When I’m not cutting or shooting, I’m restoring cameras that deserve their graves, running tabletop RPGs where kingdoms collapse on a single bad dice roll, drinking natural wine, and cooking meals that double as edible history lessons.
These days I freelance as an editor and cinematographer, while chasing narrative projects like a lunatic chasing weather across a field. What I want is simple: stories that cut, that heal, that stay lodged in your bones long after the credits roll.
If you’re looking for a creative production partner who lives and breathes content strategy, get in touch! I’d love to get to know you.