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The hidden trails
Hopkins is not for consumption; it is a rhythmic, salt-crusted reality that exists on its own terms. It’s the "barefoot philosophy" of a sea that breathes for the village rather than the lens, and the percussive thud-thud of plantain meeting mortar. Here, the Garifuna drum isn't a performance, it’s a vibration in the marrow, a conversation between ancestors and the tide. Hopkins doesn’t try to be beautiful. It is. A simple, unbothered, ancient steadying of the soul.
Hidden Gem
Hopkins Village
Month
March
The Blue Interior
A collection of aerial photographs captured far from the mainland, inside Belize’s offshore world of reef, cayes, and still-water lagoons.
From the ancient geometry of the Great Blue Hole to the quiet life within Glover’s Reef Atoll, this series reveals a side of Belize few ever witness, where water becomes landscape, movement slows, and scale humbles everything within it.
These prints are studies of calm, depth, and connection, documenting the living reef and the people who move gently through it.
Events
november 19,
Hopkins Village
Stann Creek, Belize
I float off the calm shore of Hopkins, drone humming softly above, watching Garifuna voices rise in the Yuremei ceremony, the rhythms woven into the morning mist and the drums calling to ancestors.
The light spills gold on the water and on their faces, and for a moment time stretches. We record, but not to capture, rather to feel. The ceremony ebbs and flows, heartbeat to heartbeat, and the drone arcs overhead, framing a day in hopkins from a unique view, each shot a prayer in motion.
