I went and stared for hours, but alas I did not see Nessie. Imagining a monster under the water was better than encountering one in real life.
Looking over the sea from a Greek island with a group of strangers. Some moments are too beautiful to keep to yourself.
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.
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.