Cat hai district — Hạ Long Bay trip day 1 Saturday morning early wake up to be picked up at 7:30 and drive all the way to Hạ Long Bay across the murky, gray, drizzly north of Vietnam. We make a rest stop at a ‘stop over’ place, offering clean bathrooms, some snacky food and lots of touristy shopping opportunities. Very obviously a by-product of the Hạ Long Bay tourism success. When we arrive at the pier we are ama...
Mount lemmon — You ask, Where is home? I tell you, I have traveled and uprooted the comforts of place and food, left the casual confines of cohabitation and of marital security, disabused my body of habits of though...
East — Turning thirty surprised me. A yearly re-iteration of my birth day often comes and goes without special acknowledgement. A small and simple gathering of a special few is more than enough to satisfy m...
Alfonso — Some mornings are perfect for a reason. This was one of those. I woke up wrapped in clean white sheets to the mellow chirping of birds outside our window and the soothing sound of flowing water. These...
Patricia Ravine. I climbed a massive staircase to get this view, but it was well worth it.
The way home: a detour by Ke'alia Pond and the newly tarmacked road along its axis.
Kahekili Beach; sunset; 24th June.
My favorite log so far today
And I found myself in between mountains and the ocean.
Lazy Sundays
Exploring the wilderness outside our door.
Rainy park day
I need to lay on the grass looking at the sky through trees more
Beach boys
No More Than FUJIYAMA (Miho no Matsubara)
Still exploring after 6 years in Austin. On a cloudy Easter Sunday, we ended up on the "wrong" side of the trail, but it resulted in a perfect afternoon.
No green but there is sun for Easter. Small miracles.
I hiked some seven-eight miles. It was misty and cold. I was alone. I was free.
Beach of the city. Hazy in the morning.
This could easily be the most beautiful place on earth I have ever seen!
The Art of Doing Nothing
Snowbording in Hakuba
Shitty bridge lead you to the other side
Oh, alien home of my quiet breath; familiar still, all our quiet passings.
When clouds part