stories Tag

04 Apr

Riding down the open road on a dirt bike, a backpack full to the brim with camera gear, saddlebags full of camping gear. No cars in sight, maybe a few trucks every fifty miles. Crosswinds blowing strong, just as they typically do once...

09:25 / Blog / Stories
14 Mar

In these moments of vastness and wonder, I begin to miss home, because it feels like an anchor. I've recently thought about the saying "home is where the heart is" and I've realized that my heart is in several countries and cities across the...

10:22 / Blog / Stories