Alright! Welcome back to our regular programming. (That was directed at me, not you.)

Today we explored White Sand Dunes National Park… And ironically I didn't see a single black person there.

Cave photography for me has slowly developed into a game of “what do you see in the inkblot?” Except this wasn’t an ordinary cave. Ohhhhh, no.

I don’t normally do three shoots in one day, but I think it finally hit me that we’re almost back in civilization.

Today I felt like I was on acid as I explored one of the most famous places in Big Bend National Park- Santa Elena Canyon. I’m not joking. This photo I got will rock your world.

I can’t believe we did it. We made it back to the United States alive and in one piece. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD WE DID IT.

Today we got the worst night’s sleep I’ve ever had. I’m not joking. In the past 3 years living in a vehicle, 6 of those months in Mexico and Central America, it hasn’t been worse.

Apparently the cost of nine delicious photos is a hornet to the face. Worth it? Yes. But before I get into that, I have something on my mind I need to clear up.

Today we explored a jungle called Ixpanpujul. If you can pronounce that correctly on your first try, I’ll send you a pack of orange-grape gum.

Alcohol and photography don’t mix. (Although it would be especially nice if they did.) Today’s adventure was case study #100 about how many times I’ve tested out this theory.

Today we made it back to Guatemala to take one of my favorite photos in a long time. The lighting was just so delicious. These are the moments I absolutely live for. But first, we had to deal with the Children of the Corn.

Today we drove through San Pedro Sula, the murder capital of the world. Not out of fun, mind you. It was the only way.

Today I tested a new theory in the field- at one of the most elegantly massive waterfalls in all of Honduras. Can waterfalls do that? Be as fragile as a leaf in a freezer, yet simultaneously a destroyer of worlds? Why yes, they can.

Woohoo! WATERFALL MANIA!! Today felt like a trip back to Oregon. We got a recommendation from a local coffee roaster about this secret Nicaragua spot.

I’m just going to say it. Backpackers annoy the shiitake mushroom out of me, but not for any justifiable reason. It’s completely illogical, ridiculously selfish, and hardly worth writing this on paper.

Oh Playa Peru, how are you?

Today’s adventure was a continuation of our Ometepe island expedition. Except instead of light and airy butterflies, today’s adventure involved cows so fat they could feed all of Timbuktu.

I never thought I’d see butter fly until today. Alright, I’m just going to shut up.

I’m not going to lie to you guys, I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. If you mention an obscure disease, I’ll probably self-diagnose myself within the next week

There’s a certain point of steepness where I know the van is going to roll over. And it seems like everyday we’re in Central America we push that limit a little bit more.

I’m just going to cut right to the chase, because nothing happened on this shoot. It was one of the most boring adventures I’ve ever had. Either that or too much crazy shit has been happening lately.