Habits & Resilience
I arrive in the Sequoias alone at dusk, 200 hundred miles from my family, the night of the wolf moon.
I arrive in the Sequoias alone at dusk, 200 hundred miles from my family, the night of the wolf moon.
The first (and arguably) most important lesson you would have learned, had you been in the Moorpark Community College photography program, was announced by a...
Overlooking the route. Moments later, we sheltered from an electrical storm.
This is part 2 of a story that started by mistaking some deer for hungry bears.
Two sets of wide-set eyes peered at me through the darkness… Evening set in as I walked back to camp from my cat hole. At the edge of the brush where my h...
Every day you survive, you get a free sunset. – Beans on Toast
The author on a bare-footed hike in the Coconino National Forest
This is a repost from July 2022