For over a decade, travel was as much a part of my work as the camera in my hand. Airports, highways, new cities, new faces — constant motion, constant inspiration. Every trip shaped my work in ways I hadn't predicted, and not just by the locations themselves, but by the energy of movement, the unpredictability, the way being somewhere new forces you to see differently.
Then in 2020, the world hit pause, and so did I. Not by choice, but by circumstance. The rhythm of constant travel faded, replaced by stillness. At first, it was frustrating. Then, it became a lesson. I never stopped shooting, never stopped creating, but I stayed put more than I ever had before. And something about that changed me. It made me more intentional, more deliberate. It made me rethink what I wanted out of my work—not just what I was shooting, but why.
Now, the road is calling again, and this time, I’m answering with even more purpose. Las Vegas — twice. Puerto Rico. Mexico City. Places I’ve been, sure, but places I’ll see differently now. And as the year turns, the vast, endless beauty of the American Southwest once again calls to me.
Yes, I've photographed these before, but landscape backdrops like that don’t ever really repeat themselves. The shifting colors, the open spaces, the feeling of being small in all that vastness — it changes you every time.
This isn’t just about travel for the sake of it. It never was. It’s about motion, about stepping out of routine, about the way different places shape the way I see. Portraiture is still my focus, but it’s not just about the subject – it’s about the world they exist in, the way light and space interact with them, the way location adds to the story.
So I’m back on the road. Not just chasing destinations, but chasing moments. Searching for whatever is out there waiting to be seen, waiting to be captured. And this time, I think I’m seeing it all more clearly than ever.