i love all the activities


My Professional Bio

I am a photographer + videographer

My major at the University of Colorado was Visual Art in documentary photography

I currently freelance as a photographer, specialising in travel,+ surf and snowboard lifestyle photography


I was as an art director at Serac Adventure Films

+ a producer and creative director at Free Speech TV

I am a writer

I write for my own blog, Sunny Honey

I write as a freelance travel + lifestyle journalist 

Some of my favourite pieces are...

Living b/c of the Dead

I Married Myself


My Real Bio


I am a dj


I have enjoyed a successful career in the United States and Caribbean as a Pro DJ since 2006

I've enjoyed opening and playing alongside artists like Stephen Marley, the Wailers, + Major Lazer. I play anything I'm digging, especially Reggae, Soul, Hip Hop and Tropical House

Find me on the Facebook ;)




I AM A teacher


I am a 200 hour Yoga Alliance certified + insured yoga instructor, specialising in Vinyasa + Surf and Snowboard training

I recently left the classroom after almost a decade of being a full time art teacher to move to Australia






My Real Bio.

We often say what people want to hear. A brilliant offered me the challenge of writing me. All of me.

Like (probably?) everyone, I am a yin yang of forces that are very disorienting. 

And, when I own them, sparkling, golden, beautiful.

I crave lemony green ginger juice. It makes me feel alive. Cinnamon toast with lots of butter is my heroin. I profoundly enjoy (and feel deep shame about) perfectly toasted, glittering-with-sugar, or glistening-with-honey, super buttery cinnamon toast. 

I am often astonished at my overflowing compassion and my self-centered ambitions. 

As a little girl I felt at home hiking in the Colorado Rocky Mountains and I drifted away at night reminiscing about my mermaid life at sea. 

I own my fierce independence. I am a righteous babe. I am able, confident, and all five feet of me loves of loading all ten feet of my paddle board on my little mini car. All by myself. I am terrified that I will end up alone. A small push, and feel totally insecure. And, all of 100% me misses my last love. Deeply. 

There are few things I enjoy more than minimalist camping, cut up shins after mountain-biking, public transportation, walking barefoot down dirt roads, cheap Mexican food, and large thrift stores. Except maybe fresh, lavender-scented, high-thread-count pillowcases, in a beautifully wallpapered boutique hotel, after a hand-crafted pomelo sage cocktail. With large ice cubes.

I am extremely loving, safe, forgiving, and compassionate with almost everyone I know.

I try hard to love on myself. 

I love close community, I love my tight, loving family, I cherish rich roots, a sense of belonging, the familiarity of a place and its plants after years of friendship, seeing faces I know around the next corner, and stable love. I long to get lost in the world, stargaze from another hemisphere, board the wrong train and end up at the perfect trailhead. I yearn to voyage, untethered, chosen by unknown adventures, swallowed whole by Life. I want to run with eyes wide open, choose from grocery labels in languages I can't read, with radical freedom, surprised, stoked, at home in myself, lost at sea.