A photographer. A nomad. A Pisces. A lefty.
After graduating from University of South Carolina in 2008, I packed up my stuff and drove 2,192 miles (3,527km) from my hometown of Richmond, Virginia to the humble mountain town of Bozeman, Montana. I completely fell in love with the western lifestyle, the crisp air, and the relaxed attitude of its inhabitants. I also quickly fell in love with a former football player for MSU and despite my desire to ride off into the sunset with him, something inside me was itching leave. I had never planned on staying in Montana for more than a few months, so I packed up again and drove a heartbroken 34-hours back to Virginia – at a loss for what was next.
In November of that year, I started working full-time at a local camera shop, but by early spring something was nudging at me to get on the move again. I found out about an internship with a travel company – essentially getting sent to about 27 countries to do crazy stuff and make videos of it. Even though there were thousands of applicants, I seriously thought I had a chance and was devastated when I didn’t get the job.
But I was determined to get out of Virginia anyway, so I decided to head to Europe on my own and spent seven weeks on a bus traveling through 17 countries. After that, everything changed – I was never going to be the same. I had gotten used to moving around every few days and I wasn’t ready to settle down again for a very long time.
Five years and about 45 countries later and here I am, still traveling. I began shooting when I was 15-years-old, finding my passion at an early age and becoming very determined to make a career out of it. My journalism and communications degree has actually proven to be quite helpful and my love and pursuit of photography has earned me a job exploring the world.
I travel as often as possible and I get antsy when I stay in one place for too long and luckily, being a crazy self-employed artist allows me the time to up and go wherever that dart lands on my map. I love being a part of different cultures and listening to languages I can’t understand. I love living out of a backpack and being thrown out of my comfort zone for months on end. And as soon as I return home and feel myself settling back in again, that’s when I know I’m due for another adventure.
And the drive behind it all?