I’ve wandered this Earth by myself for as long as I can recall, looking for the strange and unusual. I try to find places few have ventured to, from majestic mountains to far off oceans. These stories journal my travels, experiences, heartbreaks and joy. One day this may all make sense, if only to me.
When I’m old and alone, I will lay in my feeble bed and watch the stories of my life unfold through this page. My memories.
The good, the bad, and the ugly. I write to remember.
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more…