I try to never lose the ability to wonder or to be amazed by people I meet and places I come across, even in my own street.
My self-portraits help me live with myself a little better. I escape my own internal negative filter of feeling flawed, undesirable or broken, into just feeling human.
I jump off the bike just in time to empty my stomach onto the dirt road. My heart’s rushing, skin sweating and both legs shake under my skinny frame. I’m a notch above completely hopeless.
Nights camping here were rough with freezing temperatures at over 10,000 ft, and strong winds that fill your tent with sand.