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Since I was a child, I have always been drawn to stories.

It started with the old ones, the kind that felt like they had been carried for generations. Tales like Grimm's Fairy Tales and Aesop's Fables. From there, it spread. Maps. History. Dinosaurs. Heroes like Indiana Jones. Each one opened a door to something bigger. A few years after high school, I joined the United States Air Force. It took me to places I had only seen on maps and introduced me to stories I never would have found otherwise. Later, a season of travel across the country did the same. New places, new people, and new stories waiting just beneath the surface. 

 

This is how I became a storyteller.

It starts here, with my true love...

Pens

Pens is where those questions begin to find their answers. This is the written side of the story. The place where thoughts take shape, where moments are slowed down and examined, where ideas are given the space to breathe.

Some pieces are short and focused. A single moment, captured before it fades. Others take their time, unfolding across reflection and memory. You’ll find fiction here as well, though it rarely strays far from something real. Even the imagined has roots somewhere.

This is not a collection of perfect work. It is a collection of honest work. Pages written in the middle of figuring things out, not after everything has been resolved.

If the opening question lingers, this is where to start looking for the answer.

Latest pieces

But not every story needs words...

Lenses

Lenses is where moments are captured before they pass. A glance, a setting, a small detail that might otherwise be forgotten. These images are not staged or perfect. They are simply noticed.

Some carry a clear story. Others leave space for interpretation. A place, a face, a quiet scene. Each one holds something, even if it’s hard to explain.

Photography, for me, is another way of paying attention, another way of remembering. If Pens is where stories are told, Lenses is where they are seen.

Deer
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Golden sun rise
Graveyard
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Sunrise

And yet some stories are meant to be heard...

Voices

Voices is where thoughts move beyond the page and into the open. Ideas spoken as they come. Conversations that take shape in real time. Reflections that don’t wait to be fully formed before they’re shared.

There’s a different kind of truth in the spoken word. You hear the pauses. The shifts in tone. The moments where something clicks or falls short. It’s less about polish and more about presence.

This is a place for working through ideas out loud. For letting thoughts breathe in a way writing sometimes cannot. If Pens is where stories are written, and Lenses is where they are seen, Voices is where they are heard.

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