I love adrenaline. In any form. Adrenaline rush doesn’t even begin to cover it when you’re barreling down the front face of Crested Butte at 80 miles per hour. I got pulled over driving home from the race that day. How do you drive slower than you ski?

Everything.

I get that same rush when I have the camera in my hand. There’s magic that happens when I look through and press the shutter. Entire stories can be told in a single image. Ordinary and once-in-a-lifetime moments turned into magic with the single press of a shutter. Yeah, that’s adrenaline.