12/01/2025
What a year.
I spent seven months on the road as a photographer for a traveling band — seven months of figuring out who this new version of me is. I’ve been sober for two years now, and life on the road taught me how to stand firm in that practice. It’s been a year of growth, discomfort, discovery. I found a new love for myself, a deeper respect, and a new way to create.
When the year started, I was coming off a broken tib/fib from a Harley accident in the summer of 2024. I felt like I had hit rock bottom and had to dig my way out of some lonely days. I was hungry for adventure, for something that made me feel alive again after being stuck inside for months.
I learned about love. I lost loved ones.
At the end of this summer, one of the closest women in my life passed away in a plane crash with her mom and stepdad. I’ve been grieving ever since. I’ve never lost an entire family I was close to, and it shook me in ways I’m still trying to understand. All I know how to do in times like this is pray, create, and keep moving. It’s been two months, and I miss Meryl and her mom every day. I know she’d want me chasing every crazy dream and living a life full of love, music and art.
So for December, I’m challenging myself to post one photo a day and share a little bit about what it took to create it.
Thank you to everyone who’s reached out these last couple months. Your time and your words have meant more than you know.
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