My first day on skis was spent primarily spent wedged between my fathers 210cm straight skis, on a rope tow bunny hill at the base of Wintergreen. A small ski hill near Calgary Alberta. I distinctly remember being both excited and apprehensive, about this mysterious uncomfortable sport. I still remember looking from the pancake flat bunny hill to the top of the 300 foot tall ‘mountain’ and promising myself:
I will never go up there.
Years later, skiing and photography continue to break perceived limits and ceilings of ability or opportunity I’ve expected to reach. From creating a single photograph that has now been viewed by millions of people, to meeting the remarkable residents of Nikolski Alaska, -a town of 18 residents at the world’s edge-, the only constant I’ve learned to expect is uncertainty, adventure, and great friendships.