I strive to deliver genuine images that are not manipulated and that do not create an altered perception of reality.
Please remember that the land we recreate on is sacred and it needs protection; I ask for you to kindly practice the Leave No Trace principles while you seek your own adventures and to help spread the positivity of protecting our precious land...popularity should not be worth exploitation :
Raised by ridge lines. Home has always been close enough to the mountains that I do not consider myself to be home without them. My roots dwell in Northern Italy, under the lesser versions of the Italian Dolomiti, where I spent my childhood growing with personal discovery through every underpopulated trail and being allowed to explore Venice for a weekend day without parental oversight. From Budoia, Italy, my intense desire to always be around the mountain culture led me to the Appalachian Range where Boone, North Carolina served as my first state-side home until my restless soul selfishly craved more. So I went West. I went so far West just to escape The East, that I landed in New Zealand for half a year, where my studies encouraged my move to the Western US, specifically the state of Utah. In a constant state of needing change, I have since called the Northern Cascades of Washington, the Teton Range of Wyoming/Idaho, and the Madison Range of Montana, home. Ultimately though, my heart lies in Utah with the Wasatch Range. Of my three other siblings, I was the only one who couldn’t successfully find life outside of the mountains, longing too much for their peaks, ridge lines, and adventure. My long love affair with these aspects was not the entire inspiration for the name, MTN Dweller, though; it came to me after slinking through the pages of a book by my favorite author, titled, Confessions of a Barbarian, in which he speaks of being a “dweller”. I was driven by that sense of authenticity; to live genuinely within your surroundings. It was upon the first moment that I visited the desert of Southern Utah when I realized that mountains were no longer confined to the alpine environments; I was awe-struck by the power of Mother Nature all over again as She redefined the word ‘mountain’ for me, giving it so much more meaning other than a snow-covered, tree-doused, alpine giant.