Big Sur.

Big Sur.

These places where I used to illegally sleep in their parking lots. Where I used to wait until dark and then hike through a river to an island to pitch a tent and sleep. When I was living on only $5. A day. $1 a day on indulgence. I was homeless and had nowhere else to go.

These places now give me their best possible cabins to sleep in for free. They pay for all the food, food that I would never have been able to afford just a short time ago. 

All so I will just come and photograph what I see.

Only whatever I feel inspired to. They don’t tell me anything.

They just give me everything I need to be able to create.

And it’s quite a strange feeling.