09/17/2026
I spent 7 years photographing things before I ever marketed one.
In 2016, I moved to Cape Town with a backpack and started at the very bottom of the industry, carrying sandbags on other people's shoots, running cables, holding reflectors, being told to stand very still and then shouted at to go get someone a coffee.
The dream was big though. Outdoor adventure photography. Red Bull, Nat Geo, cool stories in cool places. And slowly, year by year, it was actually happening.
At the tail end of 2019, it peaked and collapsed in the same month. I made the finals at the Red Bull Illume awards and got flown to Austria for the ceremony... a week or two after going for surgery to put plates in my ankle.
So I experienced the biggest moment of my photography career hopping through alpine snow on crutches. (Crutches and ice, 10/10 wouldn't recommend.)
The broken leg ate at my savings. An outdoor photographer who couldn't go outdoors. And right as I healed enough to work, COVID arrived, and photography became the first line every business cut.
That one stung. Seven years in, and I realized I'd built something where I controlled almost nothing.
So I tried everything. A local-only ecom marketplace. Software. At one point, genuinely, seaweed harvesting.
Marketing for clients is the one that stuck, referrals came, and those failed experiments taught me more about how business actually works than photography ever did.
But photography taught me the other half. People judge in two seconds. The story sells the shot. And what attention to detail actually means.
Now I do the same job for yacht and marine businesses. Just fewer sandbags.
What was your carrying-sandbags era? Everyone's got one.