A group of surfers take on Colorado whitewater.

I’ve always identified myself as a climber, but prior to moving to Colorado, my climbing took place indoors 99 percent of the time…

“I found comfort in good friends, food, echoing loon calls, and the small-scale beauty of the tundra…”

“So here I was, in the heart of grizzly country, without a light, in the rain, cold and wet, without a way to make a shelter.”

Prints and cyanotypes from a summer on the river and beyond.