I spent the first 20 years of my life in the forests of Moon Mountain, 10 of which I practiced nature photography with the fellow birds, bugs and all matter of flora. Humble beginnings for a child with a camera and a love of the natural world. It is only fitting that a simple illustration of a moon and a mountain would emerge from a sigil of my name.

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From here, I’d spend my life hopping from art form to art form, not choosing just one but settling on all of which pleased me. But I can never stray from my roots in photography.

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So, please, peruse these pages and spend as long as you’d like. What you see is just a glimpse of what is in Bowen’s bones.