It's been a couple years since I've made a major shift in my perspective. The years prior were akin to one choosing to swim against the waves of the ocean in order to reach a distant shore holding an illusion of everything a person was taught to desire. I spent years of my life following my head, trying to be someone I wasnʼt, hating myself for the struggle I had “fitting in,” hardening my soul with what everyone taught me to believe was failure, hiding the truths of my struggles into a secret place in my heart that was eventually to grow so heavy that it would burst into tears. Burst it did in 2007 as I quit my 9-5 job, took a plane to India with no particular goal in mind, and surrendered to my inner feelings, flowing with the waves to an unknown destination.

The trip to India lasted 6 months. It wasnʼt just a happy trip or a sad trip - it was more complete spanning various emotions. Fullfilling trip sounds like the proper term. In my solitude I became an individual. With other people I realized interdependence. By the trees and rivers I felt connectedness. Through my playfullness, I discovered photography.

In May of 2008, I returned to the states with the new taste of emptiness spoiled by the clutter in a room that was formerly mine. I knew I had to clear the clutter within me by clearing the clutter around me. I had to explore my unbeaten path to itʼs full potential without the drain of financial burden holding me back. In my misery I sat, thought, slept, dreamt and finally mustered a solution. Iʼd abandon the material that overflowed my purpose and live simply in my car.

With that I removed the rear seats and bult a simple but comfortable living space within my vehicle which I fondly named Kermit. Living within the limits of small physical space forced a new spring of creative living and a revelation that the big things in life take up the least amount of space.

With my financial burden minimized and my time flowing with abundance, I persued my newely founded skill set, photography, and rebuilt this website as a canvas to explore and share my vision to the world. I didnʼt know what I was to do with photography or where I could go with it. I did know that it felt right and in a surrendered world, thatʼs all that matters.

The past 2 years are the first years of my life. Iʼve begun to live; Iʼve begun to taste; Iʼve begun to feel; Iʼve begun to love - ʻbegunʼ being the keyword. I have a lifetime ahead to build and a lifetime behind to break. Photography has been growing slowly and steadily but Iʼm still poor financially and I still live in Kermit. People like my photos and the stories I tell with them - but the work I have done thus far is just training. I am not rooted to photograph the staged moments that occur in a wedding. I am not here to tell people how to fake a smile. My deeper purpose is more than paper bills from fallen trees. Is it not possible for me to connect with a movement to change the world? What is my real purpose with the skills I have developed and the heart that I hold? I donʼt know the answer to these questions but I feel like a seed planted in fertile soil, blocked from the life giving rays of the sun by the shadow of a man built wall. I am here to break down these walls and crack open my seed to flourish with others in the sunlight. The universe needs me and I need the universe. I believe we are one and the same.

I am not looking for a teacher that tells - I am looking for a guide that shows, people that work, places to release, causes to fight. I am looking for crazy people. They say that crazy people are crazy enough to think that they can change the world - but what they donʼt say is that crazy people are the ones that usually do. I am here to join a crazy movement with crazy people to revolutionize the world. I am just another crazy person.