My name is Max.
I wake up early with my hands in the dirt; painting, building, making awesome coffee, cultivating good where I’m able. My hands have also been on a camera and a steering wheel lately.
I love the first sip of coffee that tastes like morning, fresh baked sourdough out of the oven, the color of a mango sliced open on a porch in the Keys. I love the touch of the only hand that matters.
Now I’m sitting somewhere warm where the tide is the clock; my heart wants to photograph it all, feel it on my face, taste it like a perfectly cooked filet. However the light lands, that’s God’s hand at work and my heart will soak it up.
Come for the food, the beauty and the coffee. I hope you find yourself in The Keys someday and this journal helps you experience more joy on the trip. Sometimes when our heart needs more the only answer is to sit, listen to the waves and enjoy things our soul is created for.
