Friday, March 10, 2017

Mountain sways.

My second favorite time in Vietnam happened in Phong Nha, the tiny town with delicious noodles and mountain breezes that inspired me to wear every article of clothing in my backpack. I rented a bicycle for $2.00, and within 2 minutes of biking, I had blown past the main drag and was biking west, with only water buffalo in the distance. After 15 minutes of wind blown hair and blue vistas, I heard singing. One man with a microphone and 20 people, heads down, listening. It was ancient and fresh and beautiful all at once. Sharing that magical spot in the universe, I did the only thing that made sense. Danced along.

I had to add this. A girl's best photoshoot friend is a perfectly shaped branch and trusty camera straps.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

cutie pie.

My first favorite time in Vietnam. I was sitting on a bench on the side of the street when this woman walked right up to me and started talking about how much she liked my jewelry. And how much did I pay for it? Had I been shopping in Saigon? Where was I going next? Did I have a boyfriend? Did I have any babies? Had I tried the noodles? Would I take photo of us? UMMM YES PLEASE. I promptly pulled out my snapchat and started filming. She loved it. And we then spent the next 20 minutes trying to download snapchat onto her own phone. It was exactly the kind of interaction that reminded me why I love photography and puppy filters and HUMANITY ITSELF. She also called me the next day and texted me photos of her family and told me that she missed me. 



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                                                          ALSO: #oldfoggiemagnet

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

ROUND TWO

I first started this blog when I left home and ditched my job and everything I knew to explore Asia.  I wanted to see if I was actually as tough as I thought I was. I packed my bags and flew by myself to South Korea. I was 20 years old and thought I was independent as hell. I thought that I was capable of anything, but in reality, it was more stubbornness (thanks mom and dad) in believing that I could work through anything. It wasn't until I lived by myself in a city where I knew no one and couldn't speak the language that I actually learned how to work through hard things. It was the first time that I was truly confident in myself and knew I could handle anything if I tried. 7 years later and I'm in Asia again, except this time my first stop is a 3 week solo trip in Vietnam. If there's anything I've learned so far, it's that I'm still just as stubborn as I was the first time, and I really like Vietnamese Mentos. Mom, Dad and everyone else: get ready for some really great awkward/rockasatripod/selftimer/goober photos of me running around. :) 

Monday, January 30, 2017

lanie & kiki


Photo series are one of my favorite things in the entire world. A true friend will not only participate, but kick booty in perfectly framing the second shot. To my perfect and fun travel partner and collaborator, thanks pretty lady.