So you stumbled onto this thing
Born June 1987. Mayan, Guatemalan, first generation, raised in Southern California by people who came to this country around 1985 with faith and not much else. Fourteen schools, a lot of broken bones, and a permanent inability to leave a thing unopened.
I'm a dad of three girls first. After that, in no order that matters: photographer, audio engineer, rider, drummer, fixer, the guy people call at 2am, and someone who has never once looked at a broken system and been able to walk away from it.
This is not my business site. This is the actual person — the whole timeline, the thoughts, the half-finished ideas, the stuff I don't say out loud. How much of it you see is up to how well we know each other.

Depends entirely on which one of me you got. Ten doors. Tap one — it opens right where you left off.
Montclair to Rialto to Texas and back. Fourteen schools. Drums at church at fourteen. A camera at twenty-four that redirected everything. A brother I lost in 2015. Three daughters. It's all in order, and it opens up as you go.
Two wheels and anything with a motor. Drums, and four other instruments I'm worse at. A Celestron pointed at whatever's clear that night. Hiking. Gaming since the Atari. Playing sports, never watching them. Taking apart things that were working fine. Writing a biography my grandkids will read.
Photography, video, audio engineering, design, AV consulting. Since 2008. One operator, every discipline.
Elevated Collective for artists. Nimra, the software. Sunday mornings at the console. A studio getting built one wall at a time.