“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” – Terry Pratchett
Every winter I see it on my social media feeds. The posts accompany dozens of likes and comments of solidarity and agreement, except from me. Instead, I’m often boggled how so many can spend their lives living here and not appreciating where they are and what’s around them. I’m left confused as to why they don’t take advantage of the absolute infinite variety that their area has to offer them. In fact, my heart breaks for the people who are missing what’s right before their very eyes. They’re itching to get out of a place they don’t even know and haven’t even explored in full, nor ever could in a lifetime. Continue reading “Coming Home” »
For me, the two must go together.
A common misconception that outsiders tend to have about me is that I have a never ending supply of money to finance my travels and spend most of my time vacationing.
Oh how Instagram posts can be so deceiving.
So, in order to clear things up, in actuality there’s a lot of working going on behind the scenes of all the play that’s posted. For me, photo sharing is used mostly for my own art purposes as well as documentation. I see it as a gallery of my favorite shots. And although it may look like my life or someone else’s life is all play, work never leaves my side. As my own boss, my business is always at my fingertips through my phone or my computer, which are seldom apart from me. And if they are, the collecting of memories, stories, experiences, photographs and encounters are archived inspiration for my work. For me, work and play are one. (At least most of the time). Continue reading “Work & Travel” »
“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant” – Hunter S. Thompson
Winter came fiercely to Kentucky, skeletal branches with leaves dead and curling on the ground. In some places, like the abandoned bourbon distillery outside Frankfort, the death rattle creaked against window glass a century old. Snapping one last photo, I switched my camera off and stepped out from the crumbling plaster and peeled paint into the frost-bitten desolation. The temperature had plummeted and the sun was disappearing beneath the rolling, isolated hills of the Blue Grass State.
Another adventure for the books, another exploration conquered and documented. It had been awhile since I spent an extended period of time in Kentucky. Having graduated in 2011 from a liberal arts college less than an hour from the distillery, I was disappointed in myself for having never known about this grand treasure of gorgeous disrepair. Continue reading “Retrospective Reminiscing” »