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I’ve always been a person caught between two worlds … the mountains and the ocean. Rustic and modern. Old and new. Thinking and feeling (Myers Briggs anyone?). Design and photography.

Then, thanks so my long-time childhood friend, Lana, I discovered surfing and ANY chance we could get, my dad would pile us all into the motorhome, strap on the boards, and we’d make the 8 hour trek to the beach to “catch some tastey pipes” as he would say. My senior year of high school I actually surfed more than I snowboarded and those dawn patrol surf sessions with my dad were simply the best.

I’ve always been a person caught between two worlds … the mountains and the ocean. Rustic and modern. Old and new. Thinking and feeling (Myers Briggs anyone?). Design and photography. And for the longest time, I was tempted to choose one part of myself and forsake the other … which always left me wanting more and feeling a bit off. I soon realized that this struggle, this dichotomy, this tug-of-war is what makes life so interesting, and what makes me unique. If I could find a way to satisfy all those cravings, then I would be one #happyjeff.

The solution to my mountains and ocean problem? Seattle.
Rustic and modern? West Elm.
Design and photography? Being a designer for photographers (& my own personal travel and lifestyle photography)
Old and new? Having my great-grandfather’s Brownie camera situated next to my West Elm whale tail on my desk.

After years of mixing and matching, I guess you could say, I’m a pro at ironies, complexities and unlikely combinations. It fascinates me, and I suppose this at the core is what I’m supposed to do … discover who people are--to SEE them, and then to help them (in whatever way I can) BE SEEN & FEEL SEEN. That, my friends, is what J. Shipley Creative is allllll about … uncovering who you are and finding a way to share your awesome with the world.

IT MAY COME AS A SURPRISE to you, but this whole nautical, ships-ahoy bit is more than just an — ahem — clever play on my last name. No, no. It all holds a bit more meaning for me. You see, ever since I was a kid, I had a fascination with water. Like every single one of my summer birthday parties involved water in one form or another. I mean, super-soaker / water ballon fight party? Sign me up. It was either that or lazy days on the lake being slung across the glassy water on the Tubinator with the best of friends — days so perfectly long that they often resulted in a remarkably embarrassing sunburn in some form that proved my inability to properly apply sunscreen. Ahhhh, those were the days.

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