Hi! I'm a taxidermist.
To me, Nature is God. Without it, we simply would not exist. Conserving the world’s natural spaces and the creatures that live there is paramount to the survival of humans as a species, and I have therefore dedicated my life to studying environmentalism in order to help people co-exist more successfully and sustainably with the natural world.

All natural materials I use in my creations are either sourced from roadkill, Fish and Game, secondhand sources such as fellow artists and estate sales, or are antique. In this way, I'm ensuring that no animals were needlessly killed for the sake of the artwork I produce. I fully believe that no part of any creature should go to waste if a purpose can be found for it, but I do NOT support trophy hunters or overseas fur farms by buying 'byproducts' like bones, skulls, or claws directly from them. The only exception I make for this rule is for parts from animals legally culled for population control programs approved by Fish and Wildlife.

As a photographer and wildlife enthusiast, I've been involved with many fantastic organizations such as Images4Life and Wild Tiger, as well as the Sierra Club and many smaller, local groups.
I've been published, interviewed, and even featured on Rainn Wilson (Dwight from “The Office”)'s personal networking website, SoulPancake.com.

I’ve also been blessed with the opportunity to visit many of the world’s most amazing wild places, like Komodo Island, Bali, Lombok, Malaysia, and the Cayman Islands, and have even documented entirely new species previously unknown to science.

Other interests include: Wilderness survival, primitive skills, backpacking, fishing, kayaking, boffing, airsoft, snowboarding, meandering around town, and caving.

 

Sometimes a photo doesn’t capture it all. I nearly cried as I took this image, in part because I realized in this moment that I was letting go of something profound within myself, and in part because the beauty before me was so uplifting that it felt like the hand of some great spirit had wrapped itself around my center so as to warm me up from the inside out. It was a cold morning. I hadn’t eaten. I hardly had enough gas money to get me to the next town. But we stopped on the shoulder of the road beside the forest to see a spectacular view of the Oregon Coast. As I stood, watching the waves, I was startled by a sudden piercing cry from overhead, and turned to see a giant bald eagle soar just ten feet over my shoulder. The massive bird banked and headed for the trees, going in for a landing, so I jumped up and followed it. There was not much of a path at first. I trudged through thick salal brush until I couldn’t go any further. I could still hear the eagle, though; his voice was shortly joined by that of a second eagle, and the staccato chorus they sang together seemed to be in perfect harmony with the booming bass performed by the rolling waves of the ocean. It was then that I turned and spotted the pathway hidden behind me. I left the eagles to their singing and followed the path until it looped back toward the highway, but stopped to take this picture while meditating on events which took place the last time I’d been lost in the coastal rain forests of Oregon…

Sometimes a photo doesn’t capture it all. I nearly cried as I took this image, in part because I realized in this moment that I was letting go of something profound within myself, and in part because the beauty before me was so uplifting that it felt like the hand of some great spirit had wrapped itself around my center so as to warm me up from the inside out. 

It was a cold morning. I hadn’t eaten. I hardly had enough gas money to get me to the next town. But we stopped on the shoulder of the road beside the forest to see a spectacular view of the Oregon Coast. As I stood, watching the waves, I was startled by a sudden piercing cry from overhead, and turned to see a giant bald eagle soar just ten feet over my shoulder. The massive bird banked and headed for the trees, going in for a landing, so I jumped up and followed it. 

There was not much of a path at first. I trudged through thick salal brush until I couldn’t go any further. I could still hear the eagle, though; his voice was shortly joined by that of a second eagle, and the staccato chorus they sang together seemed to be in perfect harmony with the booming bass performed by the rolling waves of the ocean. 

It was then that I turned and spotted the pathway hidden behind me. I left the eagles to their singing and followed the path until it looped back toward the highway, but stopped to take this picture while meditating on events which took place the last time I’d been lost in the coastal rain forests of Oregon…

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