When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be an adventurer. Indiana Jones. Lemuel Gulliver. Marco Polo. Amelia Earhart. I wanted to soar in the sky, sail the seas, become friends with locals around the world. I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle, how to shoot a gun, how to ride a horse.


Through a little hard work and a lot of luck, I’ve become just that: an adventurer. I was a tall ship sailor for many years, I’m slowly working on obtaining my pilot’s license for aerobatic flying, and I ride and maintain a vintage sidecar motorcycle. I’ve traveled extensively overseas and have spent time working abroad as an expat. I thrive on risky situations, nothing is more enticing than a road I can’t see the end of, and wide open spaces call to me with the voice of a thousand sirens. I also have a bit of a problem with feeling like I was born at the wrong point in history, which I remedy by spending much of my spare time as a historical reenactor.


When I’m not off gallivanting around the hidden corners of the globe, I work as a photographer, sailor, writer, designer, and jack of all trades living in Baltimore, Maryland.  I effectively double-majored in sociology and journalism, resulting from my longstanding obsession with people’s stories.


I have more projects running at a given time than anyone in their right mind should, though I am always in search of a full time position as a photographer or journalist.