Where i’d least expect…

Last month I had yet another one of those moments I’m sure we’e all had at some point. That existential retrospective feeling you get when the thought of, “I never would’ve imagined being here a year ago.” At no point did I think I could manage the feat of being surrounded by so many talented people who share my passion for stories, my only explanation was that it was He who was looking out for me.

After freeze-dried meals, dead phones, and misty days turned frozen nights, my mind dwelled solely on why I do what I do. Why do I put myself through such frustration and monotony for a simple picture? The answer to that questions lies in how long do I have before I can no longer reach these hidden natural troves of the world? I capture these moments in hopes to preserve how I felt, who I was with, and what stage of life I was in, so I’ll never forget how far I’ve come. I’m addicted to nostalgia if you couldn’t tell.

Something I tell myself and the guys I lead at my church: if you look hard enough at all the parts of your life, even the bad parts, your story rhymes with past almost like poetry. I know many of the pictures I’ve taken over the years are a testament to that. Take a look and you may find something truly special.

𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕖!