i am at home on the mountain. my friends are made of water. sugar. sunlight. roots and stems. tracing endless plains and lost in time. here is where we pass the days and live each one as life demands. and do the work that hardens up our hands. we breathe. we dig. we plant.

i provide the gateway for real-world imagery that speaks new stories of ancient land. environmental storytelling. immersive adventure there is no script. only stories that live and breathe. and I make sure we leave our mark. both on the land and on those who look upon it.

I belong to the place that stretches my gaze beyond expectation and faith. there is no other way i need to go. the wild is my home. and the joy is mine to say the forests know my name before they've grown.