One thing you might not know is that I didn't always love hiking. Truth. I actually hated it. I couldn't be bothered with the outdoors. And camping? Forget it, I'd have rather done just about anything than sleep in a tent. Please.
This first image on the right is an example of me trying to "hike" some sand dunes on the beach. Talking on the phone, camera in hand, looking nervous, sweatshirt over what looks like a dress, and flip flops. The second image is also me- after the transformation.
One summer morning in 2008 I woke up and I wanted to go hiking. I drove down to Barnes and Noble and purchased 3 books about hiking in NY. The next weekend I was 1.5hrs north with Niki looking for a trail. Unfortunately, I didn't buy any maps that day, but I learned my lesson there.
I'm pretty sure this change of heart was prompted by a trip to the Grand Canyon in March of 2008. I hiked about 8 flat miles around part of the rim of the canyon and I was sold on the outdoors. How could I not be? It was the Grand Canyon!
As an artist I found that nature provided a lot of inspiration and I knew I'd be happy chasing that inspiration around the country. (Around the world, too, I hope.)
Dear Grand Canyon,
Thank you for opening my eyes.