I'm the luckiest guy I know. I'm truly thankful to have the privilege to be able to travel often and far, and when I travel, I always have a camera with me. I grew up in Snyder, Texas, surrounded by pumpjacks and fields of cotton. In the summers when I was a kid, my family would pile into the GoodTimes van and hit the road for weeks, escaping the 110 degree West Texas heat: Vermont, Florida, Wyoming, northern California, and all in between. When I was fourteen I spent a summer in Germany on an exchange program, and since then I've been hooked on travel. I studied biology writing in college and after graduating worked for the Fish & Wildlife Department in Alaska for a summer. I then worked in Nicaragua as a carpenter for over a year and slowly made my way to Taos, New Mexico, where I've lived for over fifteen years. My most recent journey was a 16-month solo motorcycle trip around the world. I drove west to Seattle, flew my motorcycle to Tokyo, and made my way to Siberia, west through northern Asia and the Middle East, south through Africa to CapeTown, then north through West Africa to Morocco. After a couple months in Europe, I flew the BMW to New Jersey and drove back home to Taos; 50 countries, 500 days, 46,000 miles.
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Arroyo Seco, NM 87514