Today’s adventure was a fight against the sun. A fantastic, intergalactic battle of flarey proportions.

Since I broke my foot, Haley and I had to come to an agreement. It wasn’t pretty, but our contract is settled and now we’re living it.

Every once in awhile we push our van a little more than we should. Today was an example of such instances.

Today’s adventure literally involved bird shit. A lot of it.

Alright folks, we're back at it again. I got confirmation about what’s officially wrong with my foot. For you, it’s been a day or two. For me, it’s been a WHOLE WEEK and a lot of shit has gone down.

Today it all came crashing down on me. It finally hit me that my messed up foot wasn’t a simple injury that was going to just disappear. I was in it for the long haul.

We arrived at the Airbnb today, barely. And when I mean barely I mean our van bottomed out on the hill up, sticking out in the middle of the road.

The temptation of the remote hot springs lured me in like a siren in the rocks of Scylla. It’s eerie calmness, still seduction, and enveloping fog were too much to bear.

Truth be told, in the past couple weeks I completely forgot I’d broken my toe. Besides the occasional tingle in the cold, I thought it’d fixed itself. Yeah, no.

Today’s shoot went exactly as planned. To the point where it was completely boring. Which was strange because of the stark contrast this had to our last shoot at Mirador de Juan Dieguez Olaverri.

It was Haley’s birthday and everything we planned went wrong. At a certain point, there’s only so much research you can do. In my past posts I’ve stressed the importance of knowing what you’re walking into, especially south of the border. But today was the exception.

Hands down, today was one of the most exciting landscapes I’ve shot in a long time. It was a straight up pit into Hell, and I was all for it. Our adventure today was at Hoyo El Cimarrón.

As we drove up to the border of Guatemala, I bid Mexico a farewell. It’d been our home for the past three months, and had treated us well. Fuck, it had treated us amazingly. I was going to miss this place. But it was time for a new chapter in the land of volcanoes, coffee, and uh… other stuff.

Today we were stopped by a local town in Mexico that had taken control of part of the highway. It’s just as crazy as it sounds.

Ah yes, today is the story of how we got scammed by a kid. It’s moments like these where I realize I don’t know shit about the world.

Today we hit the real jungles of Mexico. Just when I thought Tulum was top tier, Palenque came in to show us who’s boss.

Back on that ruins grind. For some reason I feel like it’s this weakness in landscapes that I can’t seem to shake. But I think I cracked the code today. At least partially.

We’d just about dropped my buddy Tyler off at the airport after traveling with him for the past week, when it hit me. The COVID, that is. I somehow managed to avoid it the entire past week that he’d had it living in our van, until now.

Last photoshoot of 2021, baby. And to be honest, I’m still not entirely sure how I made this all happen. We’re literally in the Yucatan living in a van right now, living the photography dream.

Alright, alright, alright! So by now you’re wondering if our COVID had kicked in yet. The very COVID we had (unknowingly) caught a few days prior on Christmas. We were in the middle of nowhere. And that is precisely when the COVID started to kick in.