Charting my own path. As an Alaskan, the "Last Frontier" spirit guides my exploration and artistic documentation. Whether it's a solo trek in Southern Patagonia, or a quick weekend camping in the Eastern Sierras, I've never once questioned my place outdoors, ability behind a camera, or right to share the way I see our beautiful world. But, here and there, on digital and in analog, I encounter people who question those things for me. "Woah, I didn't think black people camped!" "Why were you asked to share on this platform instead of...?" "Do you feel safe being the only...?" From legitimate curiosity to outright insults, I've been on the receiving end of a number of questions and declarations of "fact" that have made me really consider what it means to think of myself as an Alaskan who is passionate about inspiring people to love and protect our public lands, but to be seen by others as an anomaly in the spaces I feel most at home. I'm open to the questions, comments, and dialogue, because I know that after these conversations, the next time won't be the first time. Representation matters, and sometimes we have to create it ourselves. For more photos of our public lands, follow 
