Where to begin...
I can tell you it started on a winter night driving down a dark country road with a box of bees on my lap and two stings to my back. Let me preface this by saying I'm not a writer and I'm terrible at talking about myself. Perhaps that's why I chose to be a photographer in life. So Instead of a lengthy intro, I will give you short narratives on why I'm here sharing this with you. I would also like to say that this is not just about me, but about the people I've met, the journeys we are on and how they are shaping me. This is also about daily life and what I'm doing to recover, simple everyday things that get me by and make me smile. Thanks for joining me on my weekly journal, admission and photo essay. Let's do this.