The wild isn’t just something to be admired from afar. It is something to be felt, experienced, and ultimately, protected. My father taught me that. His art was more than mere documentation—it was an act of bearing witness, a way of showing the world what we stand to lose. Through his eyes, I learned that every animal, every ecosystem, every landscape has its place in the intricate web of life. When one thread is severed, the whole web begins to unravel.
In the years since his passing, I have come to realize how desperately this message is needed. The wilderness is shrinking. Our natural world is being swallowed by deforestation, climate change, and the relentless expansion of human development. The urgency is palpable—this is not a distant future we speak of, it is a present reality. For me, starting this organization is not just a mission; it’s an act of preservation. It’s about ensuring that the wild places my father photographed—and the wildness that resides within us all—are not lost to time.
