Sometimes you have such big plans, big goals, big dreams, that you get in your own way. Two years ago, I adventured through Southeast Asia. Nine months later, I started the project of building my new website. And instead of sharing the rest of my photographs, the rest of my stories from this trek, I kept pushing it off “until the new site is done”. Well, the new site took another year, and life got lifey, and business got busy, and somehow, here I am, almost two years to the day from taking the photos you’re about to see. I almost didn’t share them. It almost feels too late. But it’s never too late.
It’s been ages since I blogged, because I get so wrapped up in telling a beautiful story that I keep putting it off until I can fully tell it—until I can perfectly capture the feeling, the experience. But it starts to feel like an impossible hill to climb, the longer I wait. So today is a reminder. It’s never too late to share stories. It’s never too late to look back. This is part of what I take photographs. Because there is something wonderful, inspiring, and empowering about looking back. About remembering. About having learned something about yourself when you are far from everything you know. It’s never too late to revisit something in you and to set it free.
So here, now—a glimpse of our time in Ha Long Bay, in Vietnam. There were floating villages. There were mystic caves. We kayaked. We climbed. We found magic in nooks and crannies and giant limestone rock formations. I hope you find it, too.