a day in the life

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....

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...

Sunday morning in Portland, a light but steady rain was falling. I had a few hours to kill before heading...

Continuing along the Captain Cook trail, the forest opens to rocky shores and tide pools. Benches house those that choose...