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.
Fear is a real part of my life. A real emotion I feel every day. And with the new year coming up, I’ve started thinking about the direction I want my life to go and how to get there.
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.
Writing is similar to exercising. Your mental strength and stubbornness is more important than your physical capability. What you believe you can do dictates what you’ll accomplish.
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.
Writing is hard. It’s especially hard to write when it’s the fifth, or fifteenth, or fifty-sixth day in a row where you wake up and don’t do it. How do I convince myself to write so often? Here’s what I do.
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.