Sierra Hartman is a photographer, storyteller, and occasional writer. He enjoys crawling through holes in the ground, talking to strangers, and murdering insects with his face riding motorcycles. Sierra spent six years in the navy as an Arabic translator and never once stepped foot on a ship. During a five year vacation in San Francisco he talked his way into a position as resident photographer at The Bold Italic. Following the mass exodus of non-millionaires from the city, he dusted off his flannel collection and headed for the Pacific Northwest.
Sierra is inspired in equal parts by weathered faces, fleeting light, and Calvin and Hobbes. He’s been taking pictures since he was five years old and will more than likely be taking them until the day he dies. Somewhere in between, he hopes to earn a living at it. Sierra aspires to someday have an actual third person write his bio.
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*Photo by Sandra Cifo, taken seconds after my camera saved my face from an exploding couch. Who says 1D bodies are too big?