Jose Andres, born in Costa Rica and pampered by the mountains of the Northern Territories, started eating mud before reaching age 1, his cry was heard by Mother Nature before he was able to distinguish her call.

And now, after many years of walking barefoot over robust grasslands, feeling the fresh mud slide between his toes, waking to the call of his relatives herding cows and baking bread with the mist of the waking sun, his urge to return to those mountains which saw him grow tall and wiry-haired embraces him and his now inseparable friend, the one that shows the rest what he sees when alone atop the hills smiling goodbye to the sun and greeting the moon, the love of his life.

“…my camera? An escapade, a shield, a whisper in someone’s ear, I’m here, you won’t see me, but I’m here…” says Andres, “…but the best photos, the signature images, they lay deep in my soul, memories I will never forget nor will they fade away like prints with the years, those I hope I can tell you all about, you will picture them like no one else will, a unique print. Take photos, every day, with or without your camera, just make sure you store them near your heart.”

Andres has been involved in Adventure Sports for many years, his interest in the wild does not solely rest in relaxing on a treetop or lying along the river next to his dog Tara, but it strives for the cultural encounter, the unforgettable adventure and exploration in every expedition he partakes on.

In adventure Andres finds the opportunity to capture more than just action, he finds haven in photographing a fast paced culture, one that seeks rests in storming through the forest, climbing mountains and defying the limits of adventure.