08/18/2026
There are few things more beautiful through a photographer’s lens than a great beard.
The texture. The shape. The way it catches light. The way it frames a face and gives it character, history and just the right amount of “I probably know how to chop wood.”
And yes, I can grow one.
That’s not the problem.
The problem is surviving the awkward middle-aged porcupine phase while it grows in. The itch. The unevenness. The questionable life choices staring back at me in the mirror.
So I shave it off.
Every. Damn. Time.
Which is why, as a photographer, I have enormous respect for men who actually have the patience to let the beard become the magnificent photographic landscape it was clearly destined to be.
I’m not beardless.
I’m simply beard-impatient.
And yes… I’m jealous as hell.
