Is there an opposite to a death march? A parade? I struggle to reason that what I was doing could be considered a parade. Walking alone through the snow, amongst the remains of a thriving city far gone. I can almost hear the voices of the lost miners, feel their eyes watching this stranger roam through their town. Maybe a death parade? Listening...

As a youth, punk skateboarder, at some point it clicked that I was not going to go pro, regardless of how bad I wanted it. I had a few sponsors over the years, but nothing really came of them. I loved the scene and wanted to stick around and be apart of it, so I got more involved in filming and editing. It was late in high school that I got my real...

It was a cool, crisp January evening with a soft and salty breeze coming towards the South. The ripples in the Gastineau Channel were creating a beautiful scene. The lights from Downtown and farther South provided a magnificent reflection rolling across the ruffled sea, stretching the lights like melting crayons. The only cloud, dangling above Moun...

WTF Am I Doing? A brief glimpse into the first 5(ish) years of running my business. Self portrait I don’t know what I am doing. I’ve learned a lot, but not nearly as I should have. I’m in debt. A lot of debt. But I am living a fulfilled life, and am happy. For the most part. The appeal of working for yourself, doing whatever you want whenever y...