Seated near the edge of a precariously perched rock, my feet were dangling, being gently sprayed by the salty ocean mist. I popped open a container filled with an assortment of berries and reveled in the beauty of my breakfast feast. The clouds parted and the sun unexpectedly lit up the water as… Read More
Armed with a pack full of snacks and trail goodies, rudimentary printed-out directions and a borrowed Magellan circa 1999, I was out the door at 5am. (As a member of the nearly-extinct phoneless population, these antiquated media are key to my survival.) There wasn’t a trace of a cloud in… Read More
I can only imagine how I must have appeared to the casual passerby: my bright orange Holga busting out of my left pants pocket, my Lomography Supersampler crammed into the right and my DSLR hanging around my neck. More than once, I took a nose-dive into… Read More
825 days of shower shoes and throwing toilet paper in trash cans. 825 days of persistent, public phlegm-hacking and depending on miming to attempt rudimentary communication. 825 days of dreaming of baked brie on baguettes and caramelized crepes smothered in Belgian chocolate. 825 days of fantasizing… Read More
Groovy Bow Sequence 