Adventures of Life

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Passing moments

The world flashed by viewed from the back of a truck, trees, rocks, cows, and mountains. Watching the land roll past I saw new things which should have been laid out ahead of me but were now only passing memories. I could enjoy a life of travel where you look not at where you are going but appreciate where you could have been and know that when the time is right you’ll get there.





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Redefining beauty

There is something awe inspiring and beautiful about the world when seen from above.  I always fight for my spot next to the window in the plane, I will abstain from drinking if it means I won’t have to disturb the people I’m sharing a row with, this trip was no different.  I happily situated myself against the window my only carry on bag wedged beneath the seat in front of me.


The world above the clouds

Once the flight was under way I had my nose pressed to the glass. I never tire of the endless sea of clouds, the constant change in texture, light, and density a feast for my photographers eye.  Turbulence kept us all belted to our seats for the first hour.  I  consider myself an amateur connoisseur of inexpensive flights.  This one was one of my finest finds at less than half the price of a normal ticket but with the price cut came an outstandingly long line for the bathrooms.  In fact the minute the seatbelt light turned off the line stretched almost twenty rows deep, this line remained for the entirety of the six hour flight. I’m not sure what they were serving but it definitely took a toll on the patrons.
As exciting as the never ending bathroom line was I found much more intriguing things outside the plane.  The clouds mystified me, when they finally broke apart the landscape below was no less mesmerizing.  I tried to pick out what state I was in by the lay of the land, unfortunately no one has drawn state lines or color coded them the way my third grade map was.  Despite my geographical disorientation I still knew we were somewhere between the west and midwest as the fields were a vast checker board of colors, and those are the only things west of the east coast.  Each irrigation circle in contrast with the surrounding land.


wpid-wp-1416616217287.jpegWe crossed from crop lands into the western mountains where the clouds took over.  When the earth was once again revealed it was the mountains of California.  They looked to be fabric draped across the land, sharp angles, knife edges with folds upon folds hiding mysteries within the shadows.  I am so excited to be searching out some of these mysteries and sharing them.








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Drunk on sleep deprivation

There is a point in time where your body hits a state of drunken euphoria, when you are trying to function off a couple hours of sleep a night. I was at this point. Walking up stairs was safer at a crawl, I had a false sense of happiness which can only be attributed to my body working as hard as possible to keep me functioning on some same level. If you tell yourself enough times everything is in order it still won’t be.

I have been wrapped in a whirlwind of adventure over the past couple of weeks. I made it up another 4000 footer in the New Hampshire White mountains. Mt. Osceola was a fun hike which challenged me physically. The Rocky terrain kept me on high alert as I climbed, stepped, and scrambled my way up. In some ways I was thankful the trail held few distractions, there was no reason for me to stop and pull out my camera, the trail was bare of flowers, moss, or other macro opportunities.


Summit view from Mt. Osceola

This was an exciting day for Star, since she’d been left behind on my last hike. I even borrowed her boyfriend for the day and Tamarack was along for the adventure. The day became a training day for Star, it was all about trail manners, these included but not limited to, giving way on the trail, ignoring other dogs, not begging from other hikers, and learning to pose. The posing became a very serious situation both for Star and Tamarack. I don’t know if it is the fact that both dogs are absolutely adorable or if it is the dog packs they wear.




Never can get them to both look at me

My days streamed one into another. Work was a constant reminder to the day of the week and the dwindling time before my trip.
Thursday came and it was time to hit the road. Hopped a bus to Boston where I met up with my travel companion, picked up the rental car and we were off. Two drivers one car and almost a thousand miles between us and our destination. Twenty hours later, meals on the road, string cheese wrapped in turkey, and too many “no public bathrooms” I was happy to find our motel.
The next days were full of friends and celebrations as I watched two good friends give their vows to each other. The wedding day was one of a kind. Running around Myrtle Beach looking for a white shirt for the groom, or ending the night with the bride tip toeing into the pool dress and all!
I can’t even start to describe the whirlwind of my trip so here are some pictures from the day.


Sealing the deal


Palm fronds






With another twenty hours on the road I land with my feet back in NH. I have less than twenty four hours to repack my bag and hop a plane to CA where I will see the red woods, revel in the beauty of the world and take time to reconnect with me.
I will do my best to post semi regularly with high quality photos from my phone.

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Pictures in Words

Wandering through the dawn air I am immediately aware of just how autumn it is. It’s not just the slightly crisp morning air, but the damp chilly bone numbing cold. Maybe it’s because it is just after 5am and the sun is only now making itself know below the horizon. There is no sunlight to create a false sense of warmth on my numb fingers, only the darkness. I find myself standing in wet grass watching the sky turn from black to dark purple to blue with yellow edges creeping in. The slow transition like that of a bruise.

During these excruciating, way to early, mornings I have been blessed with some of the most beautiful images and not enough time. So instead of having photographs I only have words.

Day 1: The first morning, when I was reminded of just how beautiful morning could be, I was driving past the bay. I looked out past the cars zooming along the highway and watched as the morning light pierced the mist resting on calm waters. The boats stood still, colorful silhouettes against the rising suns golden rays.

Day 2: My senses were tuned in now. The morning commute was no longer a tedious drive but a chance to find the one image I wanted to capture in my mind and carry with me for the day. Today it was just outside Beverly, MA. There is a beautiful walking path, or so I imagine it to be, that crosses the road in a number of places and appears to vanish into swamp lands. With the transition of summer to autumn the warm days and cool nights have been creating stunning mists. As I drove past one of these crossings I glanced down the trail to see dead trees. Now on any given day these trees are beautiful as they have been stripped of their bark and now stand smooth and naked. The whole lower portion of them was enveloped making it appeared as though they were rising from a world built of mist, bare bodies of trees protruding into the sky, lit only by the golden glow of the morning sun.

Day 3: I would have stopped in the middle of the highway to capture this on film. Racing along during my morning commute I glance out my window taking in some of the beauty surrounding me. I almost slam on my breaks when the realization of what I am seeing settles into my sleepy, coffee craving, brain. It is not every morning that you are cruising along the highway and when you look out the window you’re greeted by the most miraculous sight. The sun pushing itself over the horizon, lighting beautiful lush green fields, you can just make out fences through the heavy mist, which still lingers from night. Closer to the road the colors are more vibrant and you can truly appreciate the deep greens but off in the distance the dense mist disguises everything. My eyes land on the old creaky windmill which stands near the road. Patches of rust color the blades standing still in the morning air. As my eyes finish focusing I realize the blobs in the background are not trees or rocks but cows. Cows which are slowly materializing from within the mist. The suns rays are warming the air stealing the moisture from it as the cows continue to multiply by the second.

I can only hope you are able to find some small token of beauty in these descriptions!

5:30 am light.  My mornings aren't getting any warmer!

5:30 am light. My mornings aren’t getting any warmer!

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A day in pictures

No matter how far you’ve come you can always go further.
The desire to be out in the mountains camping under the stars sits heavily upon me. To wake in the morning and heat water over a camp stove. To sip coffee while watching the stars fade into the morning light. To know that all I need is right there at the tip of my fingers.

Moonrise and Sunset can cause extreme shifts in gravity so please be cautious when outdoor during these exchanges

Moonrise and Sunset can cause extreme shifts in gravity so please be cautious when outdoors during these exchanges

While I wait for the mountains I will spend my time in the places I can kick back and enjoy the air. Today was all about that bass, ahhh beach, beach that is. Darn that song is all over the radio and creeping into your head when you least expect it.
Star and I spent the late morning walking the sand with our best friends. Running, playing and being goofy. Because in life it’s really all you have.


A common exchange between me and Star


Deer impression 101


Best friends!


Somehow the mustache shifted…


I didn’t know the dog but he was having too much fun not to capture the moment!