This collection lives where the map gives up. Where the pavement cracks, the signal dies, and the mornings start with salt on skin. Set along the raw edge of Baja, End of the Road follows a lone ranger who chose distance over comfort — escaping winter by the coast, living out of a van, waking before the wind to surf empty breaks.

No schedule. No audience. Just tides, light, and the quiet discipline of doing the same simple thing every day. These frames aren’t about arrival. They’re about staying gone. Dust on the floor mats. Wax melting in the sun. Boards drying beside the van. Long afternoons where nothing happens — and everything does.

This is life stripped back to essentials. Disconnected from the noise. Aligned with the ocean.

A body of work from the far end of the road — where solitude isn’t lonely and freedom feels earned.