Growing up in a cozy beach town in North Carolina, my genetics mutated the love for surfing and the ocean into my DNA . You couldn’t keep me out of the water. Ice cream headaches of Winter and sun burned shoulders of Summer were my biggest struggles, spending the majority of days embracing the knee high mushiness of the East Coast. But at the end of the day nothing could keep me from my true love.Using a camera to capture adventurous escapades with friends merely served as my visual journal. As the years went on, my camera became more and more important to me. My board bags slowly became pelican boxes, satisfied by nailing the shot rather than snagging a tube for myself. My love for surfing still exist, but the fire for capturing the true beauty of the world has become my true passion.