Born in Syracuse. String bass at 7. Studied with famous Juilliard teacher. Married a dancer. Masters of Music from Yale. Played 2000 concerts. Started a rock band with a friend. Hired to open for a Lenny Kravitz event. Band broke up the next day. Introduced to photography. Dark rooms. Shutter clicks. The knobs on a 4×5. Hypnotized. Assisted for 7 years. Experimented non-stop. Sexy women. Long exposures. Marriage ended. Met dream girl. Sold string bass. Moved to Milan. Learned Italian. Chased dream girl to Brussels. No luck. Shot backstage in Paris and Milan. Relocated to London. Hired by Harpers Bazaar. Celebrity portraits. Moved back to NYC. Dream girl moved back too. She finally said yes. Shocked. Moved in together. Bought a BMW motorcycle. Rides upstate. Bow hunting with brother. Never hit anything. Shifted gears. Career-wise. Focused on commercial work. A few great clients. Tons of fun on set. Playing bass again. Shooting all the time. Dream girl and I had a baby girl. Gave her a boy’s name. Moved to a fairytale town upstate. Played stay-at-home dad for two years. Dressed my princess in bows and camo. Joined the Fire Department. Bought an old farmhouse. Surrounded by woodland animals and oddball locals. Started shooting again. Lots of new ideas. Life is strange and good.