My Story

In 2020, my world came crashing down. The weight of stress, anxiety, and unresolved emotions had been building for years, but I kept pushing forward, convincing myself I was fine. Until one day, I wasn’t. The breakdown hit like a storm—sudden, overwhelming, and consuming. I found myself lost in a fog of depression, unable to recognize the person I once was.

Seeking solace, I turned to the one thing that had always brought me a sense of peace—nature. I had always admired wildlife from afar, but during my darkest days, I found myself drawn to it like never before. One afternoon, I picked up a camera that had been collecting dust on my shelf and decided to take a walk in the nearby woods. With each step, the chaos in my mind softened. As I lifted my camera and focused on a bird perched on a branch, something shifted. For the first time in a long time, my thoughts quieted.

Photography became my refuge. It forced me to be present—to slow down and observe the beauty in front of me instead of the turmoil inside me. The way a deer cautiously stepped through the grass, the delicate flutter of a butterfly’s wings, the golden light filtering through the trees—all of it reminded me that there was still beauty in the world, even in my darkest moments.

Over time, I began to heal. Each photograph became a reflection of my journey—small glimpses of hope, moments of stillness, and reminders that life, like nature, is always changing. Wildlife photography gave me a purpose when I felt lost. It became my therapy, my escape, and ultimately, my path to recovery.

A special thanks to my wife Janice - you have been my rock xxxx