I often times feel like I’m having an out of body experience. Like I’m following my life and adventures through photos, constantly in awe of the places I’ve been to, the places I’ve stood and the places I’ve seen. I can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that it’s all real. Mostly because I don’t understand how I’ve been so lucky to fall in love with and experience so many of mother nature’s beautiful places. I look at my photos and think “holy shit I was there”.
