I’ve been part of the motorcycle world for as long as I can remember. I grew up around chrome, oil, and the roar of engines that never seemed to rest. What started as fascination turned into a way of life—years spent living off the back of a bike, crossing state lines with no map and no real plan, just the next horizon calling. Those miles shaped me in ways words can barely touch. I’ve slept in historic cemeteries, beneath million-star skies, in the dust of desert highways, and under the neon hum of city nights. The road taught me about solitude, brotherhood, and the kind of freedom that can’t be sold or scripted. It taught me to pay attention—to the light, the silence, and the stories hidden in every scar and machine.

Before I ever turned my lens toward motorcycles, I was chasing wild places. I entered the photography world through wildlife and outdoor exploration, traveling across continents in search of untamed landscapes and the creatures that call them home. Much of that travel was done by motorcycle, carrying me deeper into remote terrain and the edges of the world. Somewhere along the way, I realized the same wild spirit I was drawn to in nature lived inside the culture I came from.

So I turned my camera back toward the road—toward the people, the bikes, and the raw truth of this life. My work isn’t about creating perfect images; it’s about capturing honesty. The grease under the nails, the smoke hanging in the air, the miles written on a weathered face. Every photograph is a piece of that world—defiant, graceful, and alive. What I document isn’t just motorcycles. It’s a living culture—the riders, the builders, the drifters, and the dreamers who keep the road sacred. A community bound not by rules, but by the freedom found in motion.

This isn’t just photography to me. It’s preservation—a memoir written in steel and shadow, a hymn to the open road. Join me as I explore the highways, backroads, and wild gatherings that weave through a world of modern-day barbarians and wanderers.