Little babies | Portland, Oregon (35mm)
My favorite weekend of us | Gualala, California (35mm)
Joanna's | Portland, Oregon
Savannah | San Francisco, California
Ariela foraging for nettles | Portland, Oregon
Megan and Leif | Oakland, California
Shooting carbonara with Jenni | Portland, Oregon
The freelance life | Brooklyn, New York
Adventures with Katherine | Asbury Park, New Jersey
Just before my cross country road trip | Washington, DC by Laura
Laura in the sun | Washington, DC
My BFF, Zuzu | Provincetown, Massachusetts
I wish I'd went in | Provincetown, Massachusetts
Lake Scranton with Jess | Scranton, Pennsylvania
When my heart burst | Scranton, Pennsylvania
Someday I'll come back with Raiza | Niagara Falls, New York
Warmth awaits | St. Catherine's, Ontario
Jack and Tanner | Ann Arbor, Michigan
Eggcuties | East Grand Forks, Minnesota
Theodore Roosevelt National Park, North Dakota
Flathead Lake, Montana
somewhere in Idaho
The Washington Coast
Lucy and Ariela | Ocean Park, Washington
somewhere between Portland and San Francisco, from an airplane
San Francisco, California
Ariela | Malmö, Sweden
Cutest Karina | Copenhagen, Denmark
Silvia | Amsterdam, Netherlands
The Dutch Open Air Museum, Netherlands
Aude baking Sue's birthday cake | Périgueux, France
Haven at Hollie's | Edinburgh, Scotland
Hollie outside of Lovecrumbs | Edinburgh, Scotland
Baby Mac | Fruin Farm, Scotland
Rebecca's Victoria sponge | Fruin Farm, Scotland
The Torridon Highlands, Scotland
Ben Bouie, Scotland by Audrey and Ian
My room in The Bookshop | Wigtown, Scotland
Shaun | Bay of Luce, Scotland
Captain | The Bookshop, Wigtown, Scotland
My namesake | The Galloway Sky, Scotland
The Firth of Clyde, Scotland
Slow days in the shop | The Bookshop, Wigtown, Scotland
Ceci glowing | Sevilla, Spain
Miss Jenna and Miss Sebastian in the air | Cappadocia, Turkey
Deniz at the market | Istanbul, Turkey
Anna | Tokapi Palace Harem, Istanbul, Turkey
Right at home | Berlin, Germany
I looked out into 2015 with big hopes and fears, understanding that nothing goes quite as you plan, but it can a little.
I made a life in a new place. I found myself where I'd always dreamed, then didn't know what to do with it.
I embraced and let go of fear, all at the same time.
I fell in love with literature again.
I broke my own heart.
I spent 10 days in Brooklyn because I wanted to, then I realized I really could do anything I wanted.
I drove a stranger's car from coast to coast.
I practiced film and was thankful for each photo that came out.
I filled my empty home with green life, delighting in their growth and grieving in their death. It felt good and natural to worry over something again.
I met friends and friends of friends and strangers who became friends and couldn't believe how small the world was.
I couldn't believe how big it was, either.
I lost my father.
I felt alone, and I was glad for it.
I volunteered to be a waitress and barista, feeding farm animals in the mornings and evenings.
I dreamt of the Scottish Highlands then got to see them before my very eyes.
I lived in a bookshop and didn't want to leave.
And then I did, and missed it every day.
I came back to the west coast, and everything was the same and different. I was different and the same.
In 2015, the road was home. I couldn't see it, but I could feel myself growing. It was my loneliest and bravest year. I'm so thankful for friends, opportunities, and kind hearts all over the world.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.