From a rain-lashed cabin in the Angeles National Forest, to the wind-battered shell adobe buildings of Ryan Ranch in Joshua Tree, to ancient petroglyphs in the Mojave Desert, to roaring waterfalls in the French Alps, I wander with camera in hand.

Growing up in a cabin in the Pennsylvania woods, the wilderness has always been where I felt most at home. Between endless explorations of the countryside and two-week trips deep into the high country of the Adirondack Mountains, my love of nature feels as though I was born into it. It is a place of solace and peace for me, a place to satisfy my curiosity and wanderlust.