In just a few short weeks, I’ll be celebrating the 9th anniversary of my 10 year relationship ending. Why the celebration? Well without it, I wouldn’t be where I’m at today. It sent me into a spiral of self reflection, self discovery, and most importantly healing of the self.

Yes this is mainly a photography blog/website, and for the past year or so I've been focusing more on my photographic captures than my intimate writing. Why? The intimacy of my words resonate with a few, while the beauty of my photographs relate to the many. I haven't written deeply in a while, because life has been good. Deep words come in transitional times, and right now I once again find myself in somewhat of a transitional time. So no pretty photographs this time around, just a collection of heartfelt words. 

Backpacking overnight has been something that I've wanted to do for the last several years, but procrastination, not making the time for it, and the unnerving thought of entering a bears' home kept me from fully embracing the experience. Sure I've done my fair share of day hikes, but to be out in the elements overnight, just adds to the excitement of it all

Willie Nelson once sang, or I guess continues to sing at the tender age of 91, "On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again!" After a rather dull and uneventful six month snow plowing season compared to 2023, I eagerly awaited May the first, when once again I'd be hitting the open road. No stranger to the highways that criss cross the United States, my plan was to spend a week in Sedona, Arizona, after a quick overnighter in Carbon County, Utah.

A 42 mile stretch of Yellowstone National Park opened to bicycles only on April the second. Being a runner, I knew I wouldn't be able to complete the entire stretch. My legs just aren't conditioned to it, and having done the Tour de Farm with my father in New Jersey, years ago, I remembered just how hard cycling could be. Anytime you can access Yellowstone before the summer horde makes their appearance, you jump at it, so I was able to round up an old mountain bike, and head into the park

Elkhorn, Montana was once home to 2,500 inhabitants, as this silver mining community boomed during the late 1800's. As of 2020, the census recorded a population of 12 people, most having refurbished the old homes that adorned the streets of this once vibrant western community. A four AM wakeup call awaited me, as the two hour drive northwest would lead me to some pretty spectacular captures.