WARNING: Reading this page may cause reckless daydreaming at work.
This is where you’ll find the good stuff. The behind-the-scenes chaos, the beautiful accidents, the stories that never make it to Instagram. Thoughts about photography, freedom, nudity, art, being alive… and conversations with the wild humans I meet along the way.
Read slowly. Daydream freely. Reality can wait.
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The Girl I Met Outside My Door
She wasn’t supposed to be there.
And I wasn’t supposed to care.
But something about her felt like a turning point, like the kind of girl who changes quietly, in the space between two messages.
This isn’t a love story.
It’s an afternoon.
A few stolen hours.
One girl, a Coke, a forest, and the decision to stop waiting.
Sometimes that’s all it takes.