I’ll be honest… I’m not a great writer.

But I’m working on becoming a better one.

Because the animals I photograph deserve better stories than the ones I manage to tell.

Sometimes I stare at the screen trying to find the right words, words that can move people, protect an animal, or make someone care about a place they’ll probably never see.

Most days, I fall short.

I’m not a poet or a scientist.

I’m not a polished writer with perfect grammar or flow.

I’m just someone who’s trying.

Trying to build bridges between people and the wild through stories and photographs.

The goal is simple… create empathy.

Because if people can feel something, they might start to care. And if they care, maybe they’ll help protect what’s left.

But that’s the hard part, finding words that can make someone care about an animal most of the world ignores… A snake. A wolf. A shark.

The animals that don’t fit easily into fairy tales or film scripts.

They are always the villains in the story.

Sometimes I reread what I’ve written and think, They deserve better.

Better words.

Better storytellers.

Better photographers… Ouch.

But then I remind myself: this is what I have. This is who I am.

And if I don’t try, who will?

So I write what I can. I share what I can.

And I’ll keep doing it, imperfectly, honestly, relentlessly, for as long as I’m here.

Because the wild doesn’t need perfect writers.

It just needs people who care enough to keep trying.