I travel because I dream of touching the horizon.
The mountains call to me. “Come here,” they say, “And we will help you touch the sky.”
I think this is Mount Rainier. Taken from a Cessna over Puget Sound.
Another shot of the mountains
The waves whisper secrets as they kiss the pebbled shore. They tell stories of foreign lands and leave treasures in their wake.
The beach in Eastsound, Washington
In the forests, I find worlds both large and small, as well as the creatures that call them home.
The cities are filled with color and innovation. It’s a different kind of energy that is both exhilarating and draining.
The Sunsphere and World’s Fair Park in downtown Knoxville, TN.
I just loved this dog chilling in the passenger seat. When I first spotted him, he was resting his head on the mirror; he had moved by the time I got my camera up, but I still love it.
Chalk art in downtown Knoxville on the anniversary of the Pulse shooting
A beautiful rainbow over a jogging path in the Waikiki area of Honolulu.
Why do you travel?