Blog.
Through my lens and words, this blog is a space where I share my experiences exploring wild landscapes, coastal escapes, and hidden gems. My photography is guided more by instinct than by rules - grounded in what moves me, not just what looks good on print. I’m drawn to quiet scenes, raw textures, and the in-between moments that often go unnoticed. Each frame is less about technical perfection and more about capturing a feeling.
From the rugged shores of California to the vast beauty of the Southwest, I document my journeys with an eye for detail, atmosphere, and the subtle stories that unfold along the way. Whether you’re a fellow adventurer, a photography enthusiast, or someone who simply appreciates the beauty of the outdoors, I hope these reflections inspire you to explore more, slow down, and see the world with fresh eyes.
Check back often for travel stories, photography insights, and the ever-changing heart of the places I love.
Trough Creek State Park: Hiking to Rainbow Falls & Balanced Rock
There’s something special about the land near your hometown.
No matter how many places I explore, there’s a familiarity in the trees, the air, and the way the landscape shifts through the seasons. It’s a feeling that’s hard to put into words but impossible to ignore.
I spent the day hiking with my partner and mother at Trough Creek State Park. Our journey started at the Trough Creek Suspension Bridge, a bridge that bounces slightly with each step. It’s the perfect kind of landmark - one that feels just sturdy enough to trust, yet light enough to remind you that you’re walking over water.
From there, we followed the trail up to Rainbow Falls, a small but picturesque waterfall trickling down moss-covered rocks.
The recent rain had kept it flowing steadily, and the water glistened as it fell. A few stone steps later, we reached Balanced Rock, a massive boulder that seems to float impossibly on the edge of a cliff. It’s one of those landmarks that makes you stop and stare - a reminder of nature’s ability to shape, balance, and hold onto things in ways that seem almost unnatural.
Escaping to Sequoia & Kings Canyon: Giant Trees, Rushing Rivers & Much-Needed Fresh Air
It’s a few months into a global pandemic, and you’re stuck inside your 350 sq. ft. studio apartment - the one you shrugged off as cozy when signing the lease, thinking, I’ll spend most of my time at the office this year. Looking back, not my brightest decision.
After too many days staring at the same four walls, I met up with a friend who had also been isolating, and we hit the road toward Sequoia National Park. We partially hiked several trails, stopping often to take in the sheer scale of it all. There’s something about standing at the base of a giant sequoia that makes you feel insignificant.
Eventually, we found a perfect spot by a rushing river, setting up a tarp and just existing for a while. The sound of the water, the scent of nature in the air - it was the kind of stillness I hadn’t felt in months.