“Behind every swipe and like, there’s photograph. Behind every photograph, there’s a story to be told.” In the world of racing, everyone relies on photos. The various series’ need them to show who won the race and promote themselves for next year. The teams need them for press releases. The drivers want them for their sponsors. But behind those photographs, there are people. People like myself, who make a living chasing race cars around the world with cameras. There are no da

Monaco. It is a race that has to be seen to be believed. Even when the racing action is less than exhilarating, Monaco is a magical place to watch racing cars. I am more than well aware that I have the best access that even money itself cannot buy. But even for the average fan watching from one of the countless balconies or grandstands that cover Monte Carlo, and even more so for those watching on TV and seeing those heart pounding onboard clips of today’s drivers throwing a

I’ll remember it for as long as I live. I was 18 years old and my dad and I were attending our first Formula One race in the flesh. We arrived at Indianapolis motor speedway just prior to the start of free practice 1 on Friday in 2005. Walking up the tall metal stairs on back side of the enormous grandstand, I heard it for the first time. The sound was a screaming V10 engine off in the distance. A high pitched wail that was quickly getting louder, and sharper with each passin

Lamborghini; A brand any car aficionado knows and loves. Their ridiculous super cars are for the rich and famous, and sometimes even they cannot afford one {Veneno anyone?}. So when I got a call a few weeks back asking if I would consider being the photographer for the North American Lamborghini Super Trofeo racing series, I was a little shocked and very humbled. And of course my answer was a resounding “YES.” Europe and Asia already have well established and successful Super

MotoGP is a fascinating sport. It is dominated by a few, but adored by many millions around the globe. Sometimes drawing more crowds to a race than the four wheeled Grand Prix cars do. Austin’s Circuit of the Americas played host to it’s first race weekend last November for the second to last round of the Formula One championship.  Five short months later, the Grand Prix bikes had their chance at the massive 3.4 mile Texas behemoth for round two of the MotoGP World Championsh

In motorsport, there are a few names that assert absolute dominance. It’s not always fair, it’s not always easy to like them. But they are on top, and consistently so. Jimmie Johnson is definitely among them. And nestled in the rural plains of southern Virginia, not far from the North Carolina border, is one of the few tracks where Johnson is usually his most dominant. Martinsville dates all the way back to the sport’s earliest races. NASCAR in this region is steeped in histo

Formula One pre-season testing is the climax of a secret spy war between the 11 teams on the grid. With mere days until the Australian Grand Prix, teams are still trying to figure out their cars. What is working? what isn’t….but most importantly, why? And of course, always keeping a watchful eye (or lens) on their rivals. The cold war mentality is well and truly alive in the Formula One pitlane. Mechanics taking secret photos of rival car’s suspension and aero work. Teams usi

When the average American is asked what Formula One is, the general response is something along the lines of…” Yeah. Fast, strange looking cars that run in the Indy 500 right?” Wrong. “Ok, what makes it different?” “Just trust me. Come and Race it.” And that is exactly what America did this past weekend. After five long years, the United States finally had its Grand Prix back. But it was not without hardship. For many months over the last two years, it seemed like the dream w

It’s 3:40 in the afternoon and I’m strolling down the long, fast backstretch at Road Atlanta, approximately 4 hours into the 10 hour endurance race called Petit Le Mans (little le mans). I think this must be heaven. Cars are roaring by just feet away making a symphony of different sounds. The smell of food from fans charcoal grilling trackside delicacies outside their campsites is mixing with the distinct aroma of racing engines at speed. The weather is perfect; Cloudless and

My last adventure with the American Le Mans and Indycar circuit was a much different one to what was running in Baltimore this past weekend. The mid-atlantic city has been mired in a traffic nightmare with construction efforts underway for months, all in preparation for a weekend of racing the likes of which the city has never seen before. Despite some very serious and frustrating growing pains early on in the weekend, Baltimore can be proud of their weekend in the racing lim