Hello — and welcome.
Cambrian Captures began as a mismatch of stories: cheap hotels, quiet highways, forgotten towns, and the kinds of places most people never know to miss. Hometowns with a single diner, “ghost towns” that refuse to die, and four-way stops where the devil himself would hesitate to take the right of way.
These are the places that have always pulled me in — not with spectacle, but with truth. Low-rent lifestyles, casserole dreams, and the stubborn heartbeat of rural America. My travels aren’t grand in the way travel magazines chase. I’ve never trekked the Amazon or crossed far-eastern deserts. Instead, I’ve followed the blacktop and every back road that stitches together small towns and their metropolitan cousins.
My journey started in the spring of 2018, born from the closure of my garden store and the simple need for work. That search dropped me into a telecommunications surveying firm — surrounded by good people, a few brothers, and an endless stretch of road ahead. Over the next six years, I crisscrossed North America chasing the “bag,” the sunrise, and maybe a clearer sense of myself.
Photography became the one constant in all of it — the way I honored the places that shaped me, the faces I met, and the quiet beauty tucked into the corners of the country.
Cambrian Captures is the collection of those moments.
I’m glad you’re here.