journey

Emerging from Goleta Grove I can hear the old familiar sound of ocean waves breaking on the shore. Roads crisscross...

Large chunks of ice would break free from the edge of the San Juan river and float down stream with...

"A white man opened fire in a historic black church, in Charleston, South Carolina the night of June 17, 2015, killing nine people,...

"The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas. A lonesome area that other Kansans call...

As BCK was cutting wood boards for the library shelves at St. Winners school, inevitably their were scraps leftover. As I...

I have a thing for Stanley Kubrick and The Shining. I wouldn't call it an obsession necessarily, more of a...

I didn't know that the poet Robert Frost had one of his homes in New Hampshire, or that most of...

The cold, snow and ice has gripped my hometown in a killer's vice, the inversion of dirty pollution has one...

I remember the phone call as clearly as any unforgettable memory. "Do you have a passport?" "No." " Well then...

The blogging world is a curious one indeed, and can sometimes happily lead me to places and adventures that most...

As we return to Addis Ababa from Lalibela for one last day before returning home to the United States, Master...

My GPS indicates that it will take about two hours to drive from Lake McDonald in West Glacier, over the...