My name is Candi. I am a photographer and artist looking to expand my portfolio. I am currently booking out through 2019 in Portland, Oregon. My pricing is fully negotiable, and because I care deeply about you having a special day regardless of your income, I would be happy to take your wedding photos at a 'pay what you can' rate.Read More
The date is set for my tour of the Southern US border. I’ll be leaving this March for So Cal, and taking my time riding and photographing the experience. And, it is to raise money for the people who try to cross that border, in search of a better life.Read More
So there I was, minding my own business at a comfortable desk job, when my manager alluded to needing me to cover an extra shift over the next few weeks, while my coworker headed down to El Paso for a job. It was an emergency, and he needed to help with a crisis. So, I’d be required to work overtime - to help out on my end.Read More
In May 2019, I will be riding the Southern border of the United States, in support of immigrants seeking asylum. All funds raised will be donated to the International Rescue Committee.Read More
Eight years and thirty thousand dollars later; I am a debt free undergraduate. I learned more from those eight years of payments than the classes I took to accrue the debt. And, even after all that education, I am about as dumb as when I began.
What I can say is that I made it.Read More
We received a notice that we needed to move our vehicle this morning. Last week I was told I was not allowed to take a photo of someone. You can’t go back there, that’s not allowed. Boundaries pop up in life constantly, causing me to immediately feel shame about the rejection. I would feel embarrassed for having been talked to, or singled out, and my reaction would be to recoil, in order to prevent any future rejection. But, they kept coming. And the more they did, the more I knew I was living my best life.Read More
We had only been back in Portland for a few months, but our outlook on staying much longer was sopping wet. There were many days that we stayed curled up in bed. The cold drained our spirits. We were too fatigued to do much else.Read More
Bags of lunch meat. String Cheese. Bratwurst and potatoes. My eating had always subsisted off of the packages within a large, fluorescently lit food compound. I foraged in towering aisles, and sought the unobtainable - the perfect combination of nutritious, and instantaneous for my demanding lifestyle. I used to read food labels like a detective, looking for the highest quality ingredients for the lowest price. Often times, my demands would lag, inching price out as the primary deciding factor for purchase.Read More
We were back in Portland by October. It didn't take long before the rain came. And then it never stopped. The bus windows were constantly opaque with moisture. We would wipe down the walls and windows with towels every morning, and wring out all the water as the rain fell. Our clothes were damp as we dressed in the morning, and fresh mold would grow overnight.Read More
Before we met, Cody and I both fantasized about living in a van. Our reasoning was simple. We are both too fickle for the year lease required by most landlords. What a commitment! Bleed us dry! Think round pegs in square holes. It just never seemed right. But, we kept trying to make it work, In the hopes of becoming the adults we might one day be. Until the day Cody and I met. Then we bought the bus 6 months later.Read More
People are always curious about where we find toilets, or if we have one inside, and isn't that uncomfortable, or does it smell. All sorts of folk, and not even people who are thinking about moving into a rig. They just want to gauge the lifestyle. Toss it over in their heads for a bit. Maybe play out a brief fantasy. And when they hear the word "bucket," the fantasy quickly ends for most.
If you hear the word "bucket" and think, "oh, do tell more," then please follow along as I give you my insights into this past year of camping toilets.Read More
The summer heat gave as a sweaty, suffocating embrace the day we arrived in Grand Junction. Our morning routine became getting up at about 6:30am, making coffee, and walking the 100 yards to the gas station to use the toilet, fill our jugs with ice cold water, and grab a bag of ice for the cooler. At which point, we would have breakfast, and decide what to do once the temperature rose.Read More