alone

On morning's first light, I rise from the confines of a warm sleeping bag and unzip the tent door. Today...

A pile of leaves has met it's end among the muck and mud of Mother earth. I cradle them in...

I don't recall ever walking the wooden planks that guide one through Mammoth Springs, but I'm sure I have....maybe in...

The light from the morning sunrise was only beginning as I leave Jackson Hole to drive home. The whiskers on...

Long dirt roads, seemingly never ending in the heartland of America, are my traveling companion on a lazy weekend afternoon....

My time in Rochester was short but certainly memorable. My last evening found me sitting on the still Genesse river...

Bugs find an end to their short life as they splat on the windshield of my car. No matter as...

It's hard for me to recall what stopped me from going to The Grateful Dead show here in the SLC...

Time. We can lose track of it, never have enough of it, even have too much of it on our...

Between the suburban sprawl of homes built high on the mountain tops lies the unassuming canyon of Los Penasquitos, just...

Trepidation set in almost immediately from the warning signs posted about as one approached the edge. The constant battle between...

I get off the Interstate as quickly as possible to avoid the New York toll roads. Within minutes the landscape...