What a wonder it is to be here. Through all the vastness of space and time, to find ourselves aLive with conscious minds on this achingly beautiful ball. The story of Life's miraculous rise and resilience - from single cells to space stations and all the extinctions between - against all the odds of chance and cosmic happenstance. And yet we now find ourselves on the brink, wielding the hammer, fully amok as Naked Apes with doublethink. Blinded by hubris and our tools beyond control, we threaten to squander this most precious of gifts. So try we must in body and spirit, to find our place and set roots. To rewild our minds with reverence and find connections to add to the collective. To realize that we only fight for what we love.
Photography is the best way I know to engage with this story. Whether exploring distant lands or those of my B.C. upbringing, my camera has always been central to the pursuit. It has led me on multi-month, self-supported journeys by backpack and bicycle on four continents, and has seen me spend more nights a year in a tent than it has a bed. Time and again, it has taught me that we are all striving for connection and authenticity, that the real currency we want to trade is openness and vulnerability. That despite our different circumstances, we are all born as natives on this one and only Home. And so the question remains: for those of us fortunate enough to be given health and hearth, how best to honour our brief time on Earth?