How can a place of such pain exude such beauty and resilience?
Haiti, you taught me that hope does not exist in some dreamy, intangible landscape. It is in your eyes. It is in your smiles. It is in those everyday moments where you choose to push forward. It is where you don't give in.
Italia habetis cor meum.
You are the hopeless romantic.
Him (ah) li uh.
Mountains that possess a wilderness. In turn, I found myself possessed.
I was a mountain goat, a snow leopard, a darting falcon. This was living. This was living. I was alive.
India, I find myself trapped in your labyrinth of people and color and poverty and beauty and history. I cannot escape.
Nor do I want to.
Trying to capture something that has eluded exact definition for centuries.
Self - Timer
To run, climb, pose, laugh at myself, and run back.
Did I get the shot?
The ones who push me - further into love, myself, adventures, off ledges, out of my comfort zone, to dream.