A New Beginning

Open Road

Wow, It’s been quite sometime since I’ve wrote a post and I absolutely have no idea why. It’s not as if my photography has hit a stand still, or that I have nothing to share; it’s more the connection of the story with the photograph(s). I look at my other social media that I use and it seems too easy to just post a picture and let it loose in the world. Flickr, Instagram, Facebook; it’s so easy to get sort of trapped in these platforms where I feel more comfortable posting a picture with no explanation. Maybe I’ll come up with a witty saying, a lyric to a song, or a quote that seems fitting to the picture that I posted but really has no depth to what I was thinking/ or feeling the moment I actually pressed down the shutter button. It’s so easy to get caught up with that fast pace of the world around you that you don’t even second guess what/ why you’re actually doing something; it just seems like second nature. I started this blog as a way to explain myself through photography; I’m not going to lie, I’m sort of an introvert and it’s easier for me to type than to talk. As I write this and look at this image, I can’t help reminisce of how beautiful/ important traveling is. Although I just started, it’s an eye opening experience; it makes you want to drop whatever is in your hand and just hop on a plane and live & that is why in early January I booked my ticket to Norway in fall. I honestly wake up every morning thankful for the opportunities that I’ve had and able to do because it’s the little things in life that makes you feel alive.

So where do I go from here? I guess, exactly where I left off from.


 

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Exploring Iceland: The East

East Iceland roadtrip PhotographyIn my last post Exploring Iceland: The South I was overwhelmed with waterfalls in almost every direction and overcame by the silent landscape. In this post, I want to share my Iceland photography from my road trip around the ring road, where we explored the East. After hitting the south, we quickly ran into Jökulsárlón, which is a large glacial lake on the edge of Vatnajökull National Park. We strolled along it’s black sand beach, weaving through the glaciers that visited us from the coast. From there were traveled along East Iceland‘s winding roads, taking in it’s breathtaking picturesque views, roaming reindeer and crashing waves.

See More of my Iceland Photography from My 8 Day Road Trip Here: Iceland Road Trip Photography >


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Exploring Iceland: The South

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In my last post Exploring Iceland: The West I talked about how in August I went on a trip on an unbelievable trip to Iceland. I traveled around the ring road for 8 days in a camper car. It was truly amazing and an experience that I would never forget. In this post, I want to share my Iceland photography from my road trip around the ring road, where we explored South Iceland’s natural landscape and waterfalls. The south was an absolutely magical place. It was quiet and quaint. Unlike the west, people and houses became more scarce as we traveled along highway one but that was the best part about south Iceland; it was about being outside, surrounded by something wild, unexpected, and beautiful. Here’s some of my photography from South Iceland.

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Live for the Little Things

Smoky Mountains Road Trip Photography

“Someone once told me to always live for the little things in life.

Live for 5am sunrises and 5pm sunsets where you see colors in the sky that usually do not belong.

Live for road trips and bike rides with music in your ears and the wind in your hair.

Live for days when you’re surrounded by your favorite people who make you realize that the world is not a cold, harsh place.

Live for the little things because they will make you realize that this is what life is about.

This is what it means to be alive.”

See More Smoky Mountains Photography: The Mountains were Calling | The Smoky Mountains: A Nature Walk

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The Smoky Mountains: A Nature Walk

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I was 600 miles away from home but it felt a lot farther. I drove straight through the night and now I was winding down the roads of the Smoky Mountains. A spontaneous road trip I guess, a get in your car and drive moment  I suppose, whatever it was, I did not regret a thing. I quickly pulled over the first chance I could get. With the mountains surrounding me, I quickly grabbed my camera, got out, and started venturing through the woods. It was quiet besides the few sticks cracking beneath my feet. It was peaceful and unexpected as well. From a forest crawling with life to the ground scattered with snow a couple of feet away to flowing streams carving it’s way through the landscape. Every step was an adventure; a new moment I would have never seen if I did not  imaged how it would feel to wake up and see the mountains.

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The Mountains were Calling

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Sitting in a valley of trees, watching as the fog tries to escape above. I stare at the landscape as the sun offers some sort of protection from the approaching night and I wonder. I could be home right now, but I’m here.  I woke up one morning imagining how it would feel to wake up and see the mountains. It began as a wonder and became a get in your car and drive moment. Why the mountains? Honestly, it was because I have never seen them before. It felt like a daydream, constantly getting lost with every head turn. I wandered through the spiraling roads without a purpose or a reason. I couldn’t have been happier. I pulled over, took a breath and just looked. I was at the Smoky Mountains. Continue reading