I lived many places as a child reluctantly following my fathers' "marching orders". The landscapes stayed with me. Soft piles of pine needles, pink seashells and icicles out of reach. Hours and days in the car watching trees fly. Palms turning into Maples over the years and back again.

I guess I've always been connected to nature. Everything was enchanting. A familiar friend no matter where we went. I lived inside this kaleidoscope of dirt roads, tobacco fields and jungles.
At home in Los Angeles the sun makes me smile. Sometimes the desert calls my name louder than the ocean. These photographic collages are inspired by miles I've traveled. This collection is of selected images from the ongoing series. When I look at them it quiets wanderlust breathing down my neck. I find some childhood magic lost in time.