Travel Photography

The afternoon sun hung high over Zion Canyon when I stepped into the Virgin River, ready to hike The Narrows . It was September 2020 — the year everything felt uncertain, when travel was quieter, slower, and somehow more meaningful. National parks had only recently reopened, and there was a stillness to Zion I hadn’t felt before. The morning crowds were gone, leaving only the echo of the river and the rustle of wind through cottonwoods. Golden light poured into the canyon, and I felt a strange mix of gratitude and restlessness — the need to move, to breathe, to find beauty again after months of confinement. Print available on Etsy Stepping into the River The paved Riverside Walk ended, and there it was — the mouth of the Narrows. The sound of the river filled the air like a heartbeat echoing off the stone. I tightened the straps on my pack, gripped my wooden walking stick, and stepped in. The first shock of cool water around my ankles jolted me fully awake. Within moments, I was kne...

 In March 2020, before the world seemed to pause, I had the chance to photograph one of the most unique scenes I’ve ever witnessed along the North Carolina coast—a shipwrecked boat known as the Ocean Pursuit . Ocean Pursuit at sunrise Starting at Bodie Island Lighthouse Our morning began in the quiet darkness before dawn. The air was cool, the kind of crisp early spring chill that lingers along the Outer Banks in March. We stopped first at Bodie Island Lighthouse , its black-and-white stripes standing tall against the dim sky. Even though the lighthouse wasn’t our main destination, it felt like the perfect starting point for the morning—a reminder of the Outer Banks’ deep history with seafaring and shipwrecks. The Hike to the Wreck From there, we hiked down the beach, headlamps guiding our way through the sand. The ocean was restless, its waves breaking against the shore with that constant, steady rhythm that makes the Outer Banks both beautiful and unpredictable. Ahead of us, ...