Wanderer, documenter, never-sit-still-er, lover, dog owner, human.
Born in rain and destined for the desert, I’ve never been able to stay put for long. My drive to see humanity in the wild along with my fear of forgetting have led me to keep one eye in the viewfinder and the other peering forward I left the comforts home on the west coast and watch the landscape fade to brown, fueled by a deep connection and love I’ve never known the likes of. In the midst of the southwest desert I found beauty in vastness, at least arrest, and a warm body to hold in the middle of the night.
I take photos for the person in the frame, and the person in the future, and the person left to clean it up when I go. Pictures demands to be looked at, seen, absorbed into our subconscious. Hidden in lockets and hollowed out books, tucked into back pockets and taped to the fridge, stuck in the dashboard and the corner of the mirror.
Through them we see generations shouting back to us:
I was here, I was alive, and it was perfect.