An exhibit on expression.
Christmastime in Spain.
Always green. The wind feels like an embrace. The air is clear and unpolluted. A simple path leads the way for anyone traveling through.
Looking over the sea from a Greek island with a group of strangers. Some moments are too beautiful to keep to yourself.
Seaside Italian town where Italians go to the beach. Perfect rows of umbrellas and tables. The happiness of it all was relaxing.
Herds of bison roam the protected lands left for them. Without intervention, they’d be gone. Of all the rolling hills I’ve seen, North Dakota had a different feeling, a different peace, a different texture than the rest of the world.
I love experiencing what small corners of this world has to offer.
A bike casually perched on a bridge. The beautiful canals loop through the city and reflect the stunning architecture that lines their banks.
Sunset over the harbor. History seamlessly blended with the moment, a theme through the city. If I spoke french, my soul would long to live here.
Running down a centuries-old pier. Seagulls soaring overhead. Their ability to sense food was uncanny.
Simple, yet beautiful between the willow trees. Walking next to the stream, listening to the water and wind, wandering to the stone steps. Peace. Perhaps how the creator of such a soothing place wished love could be.