new hampshire photographer


I can feel myself getting addicted. To moving. Down a mountain, running a loop around the river, booking as many flights as my bank account allows. Push ups at lunch and hills before breakfast. Then there’s the days I don’t, and they’re no good, and I’m no good and I need to relax but I need to keep going, too. I don’t know how.


To run more. Up mountains. To say hi, to mean it. To stop thinking about getting away and to be happy here – to appreciate that I am happy here. To take fewer breaks but relax more. To drink less beer but drink more tea. To take more photos. To feel proud, of myself but of others. More of that. To believe that I have things to offer and to offer them. To STOP CARING ABOUT MISSING OUT. To do nothing. To be alone.