This part is pretty important, because believe it or not I am not just the Canon Mark IV I shoot with, but the woman who once spent six months living in a tent in the Hawaiian jungle, or the one most herself three states deep into i-80West, bound for canyons and sagebrush and anywhere. I am the friend you’d find on the kitchen floor sipping sweet wine, dreaming up retreats and roadtrips, head on your shoulder. I am here for it and here for it all; I am the friend people confide in because they know I hold space for the ugly and the raw and the real.