When Nate was somewhere around eight, he received a toy camera for his birthday. It was little more than a black plastic box with a piece of glass glued to one side, but the film was real enough, and though the shoeboxes of shots stashed under his old bed in New Hampshire aren’t much to look at, they do mark the beginning of a serious habit. They are, as far as he can remember, the onramp to what has become a lifelong attempt to marshal the visible world and all its emotional density in to single, frozen frames.
These days, Nate is most interested in taking photos that capture little shards of the stuff that makes daily life worth living. Portraits, evidence of life, emotional connection. He’s available for just about any kind of photographic assignment you can throw at him.
At the moment, he calls Portland, OR home, but he’s always happy to travel.