Nearly 17 years ago I moved from Northern NY to Denver, CO. It was my first time in the American West. While driving across the country I saw many of the places that I had studied about in History class. During the journey I often wondered what it must have been like for the pioneers that headed west in their covered wagons.
Much of the land I found bleak and desolate compared to where I had come from. Then finally I caught my first glimpse of the Rocky Mountains rising out of the plains. It was a sight that I’ll never forget. My intention was only to remain in Denver for two years. Because of that I spent as much time as I could traveling through the mountains.
It wasn’t long before I decided that I needed to record my travels since it was unlikely that I would ever be back. This was moment that I decided to seriously delve into photography. I bought the best 35mm SLR film camera that I could afford at the time, which wasn’t much. Every weekend I would head into the mountains and shoot several rolls of film. It was one of the best experiences of my life and changed me forever.
Now, many years later, I’m going back to what forever changed the course of my life to share my love of the American West with everyone.