Stewart Island sits at the bottom of New Zealand like a footnote. Its people – fishermen, mainly – are salty and rugged, just like the landscape, which veers between dense rainforest and wind-bitten beaches. This wood-slatted boat is a perfect fit with the island: abused by the elements, blessed by the journey, and all the more photogenic for it.
What are we all doing here anyway?
basket ball hooooooooooooooooooooop
Thoughts on refugees
It doesn't stop raining outside California
Liberty and freedom is what America stands for. We have a statue that towers above liberty island. The token of friendship France has bestowed upon us.
Indoor Tennis - The Kastles
Leelou, porch napping before the inevitable rainstorm.
Hearts on strings
Back in September, when I first moved to Washington - H street festival