On the road again

Ideas of safety, private places, people’s feelings, life itself…


My photos are shot while my companions & I dwell among things that we sometimes have little regard for. Don’t attempt to recreate a lifestyle for fake photos if it is not who you are. I am not discouraging people from exploration, but there is a certain type of human that can handle what being truly free entails: danger & the death of concepts once thought to be building blocks of reality.

I was told by a warlock to listen to the wind when I was just a lil youngin. This man sensed it was my strength before anyone, including myself, could have known. Over 20 years later, I’ve been unable to stay still, traversing and traveling endlessly. I roam in all spaces, as the wind does. The places I’ve been & those I’ve yet to see constantly reach for me. We shape each other.

A life where work is the norm and exploration comes sparsely in the year is the fantasy they want you to believe. I live in a world much different than yours, albeit mostly in my head.

Here on my site, you’ll find printed photos taken while on my personal travels. I deal with evading jail time, wild animals, wild people, smashed cameras, sprained ankles, getting stuck in tight spaces, & plummeting hundreds of feet to where your adventures may end.

Please email me for anything from inquiries about pieces, exhibits,
upcoming trips or personal hellos…

Vagabond things — Soon to come:¬†pressed flowers picked while on the road, river-lake-ocean stones,¬†vintage clothes or jewelry collected over the past 10 years, irregular posts about what i see, hear and learn from exposure to different regions, states, cities, and situations in the US.