
wheelie hour
This was one of those days that stay with you. Outdoors, with new people who felt like old friends, while golden trails of dust caught the last bits of light as the sun slipped behind the mountains on the salt flats. Moments like this fill my soul — when I feel fully present, alive, and surrounded by beauty that feels like the world stopped spinning. Even just for a second.
It all started with Tyler wanting to ride his dirt bike on the salt flats and pop some wheelies with friends. He reached out to a few people he’d known for years through the creative world, but had never met face to face. That’s the beauty of the world we live in, it lets us connect online through shared passions — but nothing compares to being in someone’s presence. Laughing. Connecting. Hugging. It takes a special kind of person to bring people together like that — and to turn acquaintances into real friends in just one night.
One of the best parts was feeling the energy from these two. They were bobbing and weaving around each other like they’ve been riding together for years — playful, wild, completely in sync
It feels like a breath of fresh air reconnecting with my camera. I’d be lying if I said there weren’t a few hundred photos from the night that were out of focus or poorly framed. Even the final selects I edited for this page — I still see flaws.
I’m done chasing the version of perfect that I built up in my head. Perfection is subjective. Perfectionism is boring — it’s the death of creativity. Who even makes the rules? They're made up, and they're always changing.
We are the authors of our own stories.
Life is short. Fuck it.
Canon 5D Mark IV
July 2025