THIS MAGIC MOMENT

On March 4th, 2025, I had a PTSD panic attack—one that felt like war and destroyed my sense of safety within my own body.

I spiraled.

Had to take life second by second. Then minute by minute. Hour by hour.

It’s been seven years since I medically retired from the Marine Corps, and when your injuries aren’t visible, it’s easy to forget they’re there—until they remind you.

This series serves as a peek into my inner image. A modern, lightly directed documentation of life at this specific moment, wedged at the precipice of immense change.

The intent was to see all of me as I was. My body, my home, and the things that brought me back to myself—when perceived threats outweighed reality.

My chaos.
My truth.

This Magic Moment.

The Eye of the Storm

The Eye of the Storm

When the breath’s too hard to catch, rest.

When the breath’s too hard to catch, rest.

Just a leaf, floating in the vastness of sheets.

Just a leaf, floating in the vastness of sheets.

Stars and Lightning Across The Globe

Stars and Lightning Across The Globe

Scars & Stripes

Scars & Stripes

First & Last Tats

First & Last Tats

Time and Gravity

Time and Gravity

And so we start again

And so we start again

For the Littles Beckon 1

For the Littles Beckon 1

For the Littles Beckon 2

For the Littles Beckon 2

Well intentions turned regret must be reckoned 1

Well intentions turned regret must be reckoned 1

Well intentions turned regret must be reckoned 2

Well intentions turned regret must be reckoned 2

And eventually, balance returns

And eventually, balance returns

Peace has been earned

Peace has been earned

Present. No Matter how the pendulum swings.

Present. No Matter how the pendulum swings.