Imagine this. 

The sunlight slipping through the lush jungle leaves, a glimmering amber bouncing off the lava rocks, and painting your shoulders a gold ripped straight out of a Klimt painting. 

If you just got chicken skin, you don’t just love the light, you chase it like I do. 

Back when Maui was a dream, Downtown Long Beach was my studio. 

I’d catch reflecting light off adjacent buildings. I’d bounce sunlight off that peach wall that painted skin tones perfectly when the sun hit just right. 

Light and shadows became an unsolved mystery that I needed to crack. It wasn’t just technical. It was personal. Light tickled me. And the shadows got under my skin, kid. 

But that obsession followed me here and became Chasing the Light.  

So, I take all that madness—cutting light, bouncing, diffusing, using sun beams like spots—and we collect images from a paradise fever dream. 

We’ll wander through Maui’s dreamlike Enchanted Forest, scale the lava cliffs of Ironwoods and sink your toes in the powdery sands of a Lahaina beach. 

Then at sunset, we’ll watch golden hour become the punchy colors of blue hour.

Those colors stay in your bones.

The sun’ll give you goosebumps. You’ll dance barefoot in the sand. Shit, you might even howl at the moon. 

And you get to live in a postcard, for a spell.