Stories

Early in the morning we pile into the van in Zambia, but there isn't a tired eye among us. For...

Past the rolling hills of West Virginia I ride for three hours until I see the sign for Weston. This...

It was seven a.m. on a Sunday morning, the revelry of Saturday night all but a memory as the town...

I've been wanting to go to Pittsburgh for awhile now, I didn't know why. When I first saw a picture...

I gather a stone along the way and mark it for my memory jar. Perhaps one day these stones will...

The ides of March brought an unexpected snowstorm to end Utah's mild winter. The snow and rain only fortified my...

The murders and mayhem in Minnesota from the tragedies that inspired the movie and television series Fargo has always held my...

All areas may have already been explored before, seen and photographed, but not through my experience, not with my eyes....

You must watch.... I've always loved the mighty and graceful elephant, but this feeling was most certainly solidified when I...

It only took one picture for me to know I would be traveling to the Painted Hills of Oregon. What...

The long, dusty road finally ends as I pull into the valley known as The Swell. Silence is all I...

The walk among the slippery rocks was a treacherous trail, yet one will risk life and limb to see the...