I have always known that office jobs were not for me; whether it be waking up at 2:30 AM to view a lunar eclipse, speeding to the beach to photograph a lightning storm, or shivering in single-digit temperatures, mesmerized by “thundersnow”, I quickly realized that my “office” is outdoors...
My entire life has been dedicated to pursuing my passion for meteorology, as I slowly build up to my eventual career as a broadcast meteorologist.
As long as I can recall, I have found myself rushing outdoors to the violent roar of thunder, as streaks of lightning seem to tear the sky in two. For me, there’s nothing more mystical and curious than that transitional moment from a pleasantly warm and humid summer’s day to the earth-shattering chaos of a briefly severe storm, marked by the first raindrops sprinkled on a steaming roadbed. I find myself dodging flying hailstones, climbing through feet of snow, crawling along the highway at fifteen miles an hour in blindingly torrential rainstorms, caught exposed to lightning on a flat, empty beach, and routinely struggling to stand in hurricane force winds, all in an effort to satisfy my insatiable appetite to capture and enjoy Mother Nature at her most extreme.