I always know how long I’ve been away because I get a little backup time machine notification popup on my laptop, this time around is was 140 days! Time flies, wild right? It’s also my Maddie needs a bath notification....road dog finally gets a bath
Share a taco with someone you love day 😊
Reenacting fav movies with Baja locals ✨
Brunch in bed ❤️✨
Hello friend 👋🏼
This pretty girl always makes my heart feel warm, she’s a special one 😊
Tennessee ❤️
Driving across Kansas is lovely if you avoid the soul numbing Interstate 70. I can’t bring myself to drive it anymore, it literally will crush the life out of you. But Hwy 24 or 36 across the state pass through some charming little towns. I like those sort of towns. They have bits that feel like a time capsule, nooks in the town someone was wise enough to save. All mixed in with new shiny bits that are bright so you know someone’s still around & thriving ✨
The Log from Tierra Del Mar: A Leisurely Photo Journal of Travel and Research
Trip up the California coast ✨
My heart always feels at home up high ✨
After spinning around the world 35 years it’s amazed me to realize that one of the biggest challenges I’ll ever face is learning to be me. It’s easy to believe personalities are us, who we are, but they’re more like masks. A device we’ve created to hide a part of us that doesn’t feel lovable. A shield to protect a part of us that maybe was harmed along the way. It’s easier to love others and have empathy when we can understand that most of us are doing the same thing. It’s why these days when I meet someone what they do or even what they create is the least interesting part of their story, it’s not who they are. I’m not good at it yet, my personality is thick and my mask has been on a long time. But it’s a journey and I’m grateful to even realize I’m wearing one ✨
Pumped to be traveling through Wyoming this week ✨ got plenty of fish to catch and camp fires to watch 😊
Sittin’ in a river is a physical reminder that we don’t have to force change in our lives, we just have to surrender. When we finally let go, when we hold life loosely, is an attitude of willingness and humility. Some of my favorite people in the world have lived through the 12 steps of recovery. There’s a unique light to be seen in a soul thats hit rock bottom. One that’s had to surrender to a higher power. I guess what I’m saying is that those sort of folks are my tribe. Seems like they get me too. .l So here’s to collecting dimes for gas and barefoot living ✨
Where’s tha speckly dog?! This one doesn’t like fireworks either. Feels nice to be In Boulder for a few. To take a rest, and a shower, so the world doesn’t smell us coming. 🙈
My granddaddy’s farm was a stones throw from the Trent River in coastal North Carolina. A sort of brackish river that flows into the Atlantic. Every time I find a swimming hole I think about being back there. Around rows of tobacco and soy. I hope talks summer is full of love. We’re feeling so good out here ✨
It’s a swimming hole with friends kind of summer ✨