Born in Europe with an incurable case of travel fever, I eventually traded my office heels for a wetsuit to teach diving around the world. Over the years, I’ve called 7 nations home, traveled to dozens more, crossed far too many time zones, and ruined my budget on local cuisine everywhere in between.
Now living in the US and no longer instructing, I’m back to exploring purely for the thrill of it. Through every move and career shift, the core mission hasn’t changed: still exploring, still eating crazy stuff, and still trying to remember which country uses which outlet adapter.
Whether I’m diving with bull sharks, hunting down the next great street food spot, or going dispersed camping with my little family, the journey never stops. Hopefully, my passport still has a few surviving pages left.
I grew up and so did cameras. The difference between my first digital camera (2001) and my first underwater camera (2003), and now is night and day. The worst smartphone camera today probably takes better pictures than the digital cameras back in the days when I started traveling "as a grown up".
We all evolve, so did my pictures.
There are 195 countries in the world. I have visited 33. That is 17%.
From the 50 American states plus DC, I have 22 under my belt.
It's a work in progress.
Can someone help me convince my boss to let me work remotely again? Pretty please?
In memory of Michel Samyn., a man who probably was born with a camera in his hand. He inspired me to keep on taking pictures