My grandfathers rowboat was the first boat I was ever allowed to paddle alone. I rarely had guests because it was tippy. Circa 2003/ Photo: Tom Jackson[Father]

My grandfathers rowboat was the first boat I was ever allowed to paddle alone. I rarely had guests because it was tippy. Circa 2003/ Photo: Tom Jackson[Father]

Plain and simple, I grew up a little different than most. From the time I could move, I mused in the vast open. I found refugee in the great alone and cherished my time spent exploring. It was not until my father put a camera in my hand that I realized there was a tool to express how I felt. No dialog, no writing, just proof. 

I feel deeply, watch closely, and listen attentively. 

If you have a story to be told, I'll see no end in telling it. If you have a concept on the tip of your tongue, let's drink coffee until we verbalize it. If you just want to go for a paddle, then I have two shoulders and plenty of vessels. 

-David

exploredavidjackson@gmail.com

Self Portrait at open camp, Cranberry Lake, January 4th, 2016. -29C.

Self Portrait at open camp, Cranberry Lake, January 4th, 2016. -29C.

Self Portrait before first light at open camp, Cranberry Lake, January 4th, 2016. -29C.

Self Portrait before first light at open camp, Cranberry Lake, January 4th, 2016. -29C.