Author, Photographer, Artist and all-around good fellow
I have led a very eclectic life. This was probably because I stupidly thought that I didn’t need to go to college, I would go to work for the family biz. Make lotsa money manufacturing high voltage electrical pole-top switches.

Utilities buy them. The smallest switch we made was good for seven and a half thousand volts. That’s big enough to power up your average pro football stadium.

In that environment, I was a foundry boss, then a galvanizing plant boss, then a production manager, and finally up the executive ladder. While I was doing that, I became familiar with oil drilling because of my father, who sunk a lot of dry holes in California.

It was too bad that we couldn’t dig those 10000 foot holes up and chop em into three foot segments and sell them for fence post holes. The same for gold mines. And cattle ranching.

I became a corporate pilot, flying a twin engined Beechcraft. I’ve been a sailing enthusiast since I was ten years old. I was rowing a boat solo when I was four or five. I know boating.

I left the family biz when I was thirty-nine, at the beginning of my mid-life crisis. We owned and operated two retail clothing stores, a bar/nightclub in Reno, a photography studio in Florida, yatta, yatta.

While in professional photography, I met a man, a top professional world-renown photographer, Monte Zucker. At his first look at my portfolio, he began to mentor me, because he liked my natural eye. During this six year period of time, I got involved in Competition Photography, and won just about every award that WPPI (Wedding and Portrait Photographers International) had to offer. I also won many awards from PPA, (Professional Photographers of America)

The studio morphed into a pretty successful horse photography outfit. At one time I was one of only forty official PRCA Photographers in the entire US. I learned a lot about horses. Essentially, they’re big critters with spindly-looking legs that see ghosts. And I am fascinated with the mechanics and operations of a horse's foot.

Alas, the year of the hurricanes, 2004, pretty much wiped out every equine venue we had. Our nearest viable arena was in Perry, Georgia, an eight hour drive in an old Class C RV, that had heavy electrical problems. Perry was a great venue, though. They supplied some tables and chairs in a promenant area for our sales and computers and it would be secure at night.

That brings us to Las Vegas. We've been here ever since..