08/25/2026
I've been a photographer for 20 years, and I’m embarrassed to admit that.
1. I left Hollywood for a life I believed in.
I chose the trees, a slower life, and more sustainable ways of living. I don’t regret it. But sometimes I still wonder what I gave up.
2. I spent years sending work into silence.
Emails to companies. Emails to agents. Portfolio after portfolio. And then… nothing. You start wondering if the problem is the work—or you.
3. There are things I thought I would have accomplished by now.
I never got an agent. I’ve never photographed professional sports. Saying that out loud after 20 years is uncomfortable.
4. Some of my best work never really paid me back.
I’ve made photographs I’m incredibly proud of that nobody paid for. And I’ve done paid work that barely made me money. It can be hard to measure the value of something you love when the bank account doesn’t agree.
5. Sometimes it feels like nobody is listening.
I believe in my work. I’m probably my own biggest fan. But this business can feel like throwing a coin down a wishing well and waiting to hear it hit the bottom—only to hear nothing.
6. The strange part is that I know how to sell everyone except myself.
I can make a company, a product, or another person look incredible. But when it comes to telling my own story, I struggle.
7. And after 20 years, I’m finally starting to understand why.
I think I’m finally finding my voice—not because I figured everything out, but because I stopped measuring my progress only by the opportunities I didn’t get.
If you’ve ever felt overlooked, behind, or like you’re working incredibly hard without knowing if anyone is paying attention, I understand.
I’m still figuring it out too. And I’m finally learning that becoming an artist might take a lot longer than I ever imagined.