As a photographer, I've often focused on the apparent tranquility of nature. The first rays of light on freshly fallen snow. The artful way in which subalpine trees populate the areas of relative safety. And yet, each of these scenarios are inextricably linked to less subtle forces. Sunshine on fresh snow is a red flag for avalanche danger, and for each tree that has found an island of safety in the mountains, there is another that was made into kindling by a massive avalanche.

Experience proved long ago that I could not ignore these destructive forces as a skier and climber. The feelings that I have harbored since my own run in, and the deaths of some of my dearest friends have now proved to me that I can not ignore these destructive forces as an artist either. Realizing that the physical movements of the planet are neither good or bad, and have no sense of justice or violence, I have set out to record avalanches in all of their transformative beauty. My goal is to see past the negative associations that make this phenomenon an enemy, and instead capture these moments of immense beauty and power in a timeless context beyond the human narrative.