I've realized how fortunate I am to be able to explore the world. Ive found the freedom to roam. To go. Being born and growing up in a third world county, I never imagine myself having the means to just go somewhere and explore. Our family traveled to see relatives or arrange some type of important affair but never for pleasure for it being too costly. But after migrating to California, and working and photographing, I've realized that the world is small and big all at the same time. It's a dream come true to be able to go to these places, and meet these people, and photograph such beautiful sights. Riding planes always remind me that I am going somewhere that isn't home. That isn't familiar. Ive learned to pack my needs in a small back pack. A few clothes, food, a sleeping bag and my camera. What an amazing thing to experience. Traveling puts oxygen in my blood.