I grew up in Oklahoma with a camera in my hand and a restlessness I couldn’t quite name. I spent decades photographing everything I could find close to home, always wondering what was just past the next horizon.

Eight years ago, Jody and I made the decision that changed everything. We sold the house, bought a 36-foot RV, and pointed the truck toward whatever came next. We haven’t looked back.

What I didn’t expect was how much the road would change the way I see. When your backyard is a different state every few weeks, you stop taking light for granted. You notice the way late afternoon catches the side of a canyon wall differently than it did yesterday. You pull over for things you would have driven past before. That slowness is something I’m genuinely grateful for.

I photograph what moves me. Landscapes that make you feel small in the best possible way. Wildlife going about their lives as if you aren’t there. The quiet details most people walk past. Jody is the reason I find half of them. He scouts the trails, knows when to say “you need to see this,” and has hauled more of my gear up more hills than either of us can count.

Living this life is not lost on me. Every mile is a gift. I try to photograph it that way.

Chronicles from the Road is where I share it. The places, the photographs, the honest version of what full-time RV life actually looks like. If any of it makes you want to get outside with your camera, or just outside, that’s enough for me.