Grounded: The Art of Looking Down (Part 14)

Cocoa Beach at sunrise.

McKinney Falls in Austin, Texas.

Fort De Soto Park.

Fort De Soto Park.

Sunset on St. Pete Beach with Mom.

The reflective floor at SUMMIT One Vanderbilt in NewYork.

Dangling off the side of my Uncle’s boat in St. Pete.

Went out for practical shoes and came back with stilettos. 

Grounded: The Art of Looking Down (Part 13)

Tybee Beach, Georgia

Mom and I standing over the glass panels on the SkyBridge in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. 

Hovering over a stream on the way down.

Mom and I at the base of Cataract Falls. 

Dipping our toes into the cool waters at various points along the Gatlinburg Trail.

Grounded: The Art of Looking Down (Part 12)

Solo trip to watch the sunrise at Cocoa Beach.

Visiting St. Pete Beach. 

Liz, mom, and Jenny watching the sunset.

Me and mom.

Watching a baby Ringneck snake find its way back to the grass.

Standing over some unusual street art in Paris.

Jenny and I admiring the floor of St. Chapelle.

Enjoying a break on the dock outside work with my sparkly sneakers. 

Grounded: The Art of Looking Down (Part 11)

The aftermath of a DRIP show: colored sand, glitter, and the fallen leafs of a nearby tree.

Waiting for the laundry.

The view from our hotel pool in The Keys.

Sitting on the rocks behind The Southernmost Point.

The Key West Butterfly and Nature Conservatory.

The lovely beaches of Bahia Honda.

Waiting for the waves to meet me in Miami.

Sitting on the steps of my parent’s pool.

Grounded: The Art of Looking Down (Part 10)

I took this picture in a parking garage in downtown Orlando. My intention was to photograph the number of the parking spot in case I forgot where my car was located. I didn't realize until later that I captured my feet as well as my shadow. 

My typical weekend view: The mop closet at DRIP. 

Back in the parking garage on my way to see my friend Daniel perform in the Orlando Ballet as Dracula.

Dipping my feet in the Pacific for the first time at Oceanside, California. I stood still long enough to have the sand leave trails on the way back to the sea. 

The water was cold, refreshing, and contained numerous golden flecks. 

My feet swathed in seaweed at the Pendleton Base Camp. 

Another type of seaweed floating about at Pendleton. 

Taking a break from training at my new job in the lobby at the main office in downtown Orlando.

Grounded: The Art of Looking Down (Part 9)

I took this photo while I was in St. Augustine at the famous fort Castillo De San Marcos. Outside the fort I found myself standing on a weathered stone with a heart shape. 

My sister and I came across a washed up starfish on a morning walk along the beach in St. Augustine. 

William and I on the beach in Recife, Brazil. 

Stumbling across a large jellyfish on the beach near my home town.