Friday, July 21, 2017

Iguanas, Plane Wrecks, and Stingrays - Oh My! [Exumas]

The rest of our afternoons at Staniel Cay were spent jetting around keeping ourselves busy with other island activities. We'd heard about an island of iguanas called Bitter Guana Cay. It was a protected, unhabited spot where you could pull up, hop out, and feed the critters some snacks.


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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Shark Bait, Compass Cay [Exumas]

If the pigs are the tourist attraction, the sharks are the hidden gem.


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Friday, July 14, 2017

Big Major Cay, Pig Island [Exumas]

When you mention pigs to someone, they typically react one of two ways. The first is your standard, passive "ew" that considers pigs to be pot-bellied, filth-laden, snorting pink monsters.


The second is more of an "aw" (a slight but important difference) where the person in question thinks of tea cup pigs or another small, snorty, smart critter.

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Monday, July 10, 2017

Somewhere on a Beach [Exumas, Bahamas]

In 2006 some family friends opened the door to one of the greatest experiences of my life. They invited us on a trip with them to Spanish Cay, a small, private island in the Bahamas.


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Sunday, July 9, 2017

Changes.

While I've stayed busy traveling this past month and a half, I'm excited to say that the travel is nearing an end and changes are abounding! I have officially moved Farouche Fox to a new domain (www.farouchefox.com) & invested in a new template.

I wish I could've brought you along on my travels IRL, but fret not! I'll be up and posting about them as soon as I have reliable internet and some time to sort through the photos.


Hope you all like the changes so far, there's plenty more to come once my travels end for the summer!

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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Red City [London, Photography Course Project]


During my semester in London I was enrolled in a course on the basics of photography. It wasn't a very technical or difficult course. In fact, it largely catered to the fact that a hundred twenty year olds were spending four months in London and didn't want to spend those four months in class.


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Tuesday, January 12, 2016

To be honest.

When I decided to do this, it wasn't about where I was going.

London is an incredible city, a beautiful city, but not one I was looking to visit.

When I decided to do this it was all about running from home. From insecurity, from confusion, from complacency. I didn't care where I went, I just cared that I left.

What I found was more than I had imagined.

My flatmates are four of the loveliest girls I've encountered. We've laughed and talked and ate and drank together these first few days and I've felt an immediate comfort I couldn't have dreamed up, simply because I'd never experienced it before.

I've landed at the top floor of a gorgeous, tiny flat that already feels like home. A home on a charming street just a minute walk from the lively, buzzing Oxford Street and in the beautifully historic Bloomsbury neighborhood.

I've ridden the tube, in the morning and evening and dead in the middle of rush hour. I've popped into black cabs, I've swigged pale ales, I've nibbled on chips, I've been a tourist and I've been a local.

London is a babe of a city.

This place feels as much like home in 5 days as Tallahassee felt in two years.

Maybe time will change these feelings, but I've landed in a place that feels right. A place that I don't need a break from. A place that is already home.

I have a grocery store and a pharmacy. I have my favorite pubs and shops. I know the neighborhoods I like and those I don't.

This place is home. I have a lot to learn still, and couldn't be more enthralled at the chance to learn it in this city.

2016 will be good.

Not because it's a new chance for growth and change, but because I have decided on growth and change. I've lived it, felt it, feared it. I'm ready for the next eleven and a half months because I decided they would be different and have already made them so.

Wish me luck.

I'll be sharing all I can with you.
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