Nomadic Stories

The most hospitable people I’ve ever met live in Iran.

A place of culture, beauty, and deep humanity.

It hurts to see it under attack.

Praying for you, Iran 🇮🇷 🤲

I made a huge mistake climbing this mountain.
Now I want more.

Imje Tse (Island Peak)
6,189 m / 20,305 ft

We left basecamp just after midnight.

Mingma and I never really slept. We just rested, ate what we could, and got our gear ready in the cold. Headlamps on, harnesses checked. It was a four-hour walk in the dark to crampon point.

It was not easy. The altitude hit hard. My body was exhausted. But I really wanted to stand on top of this mountain.

By morning, I was there — on the highest peak I have ever climbed. Tired, emotional, fully present. And honestly, happy.

A huge thank you to Mingma Sherpa. I could not have made this climb without him. He has summited Everest 17 times. I honestly could not have asked for a better guide.

This year, I will be taking mountaineering courses to train more seriously and get into the best shape of my life.

Ama Dablam in the next three years?

Doable 😂

Mount Kilimanjaro is next.

Back in Nepal.

Last week, I made an impulsive decision, one I wasn’t sure would make sense. I didn’t know if my clients would be okay with rescheduling, or if I could realistically take a month away from my day job and business. But after 2.5 years of persistent burnout, I realized something had to change.

I haven’t felt like myself for a while. Despite the incredible creative work I was fortunate to do last year, there was a disconnect. Not from the projects themselves, but from my own presence within them.

I needed time. To pause. To reflect. To ask myself honestly: where am I going, both creatively and personally? And more importantly, what kind of life do I want to create, if not one constantly running on empty? What type of growth do I want to have going forward?

I considered a few places, Indonesia, the Philippines, even a quick Southeast Asia trip, but none felt right. Then I thought: maybe the mountains. Maybe the Himalayas. No, should I? And yes I should.

I checked the ticket price. And I booked it.

Just after landing, a passport ID page ripped in half right before border control. I was told I might be deported within 24 hours. But I was so shocked and I actually believe they would deport me. It became really real within a few hours. I did stay fairly calm, advocated for myself, and asked for time until the Canadian consulate opened. I am just happy it really worked out. I would have been very disheartened if I had to fly back to Canada.

Nepal holds deep meaning for me, it’s where I first discovered my passion for photography back in 2013. And I came here hoping to reconnect with that passion and myself.

Today was my first full day in Kathmandu. I have zero expectations for these photos, but I do want to create for myself. To connect with people through my camera and really observe life as it unfolds here. There was joy in that — the kind that comes from simply being present.

I’m not sure where this trip will take me. But for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m coming home to myself. I know it may sound dramatic, but it feels damn good.