The Wayfaring Stranger
The mostly unedited ramblings of a man who rarely proofreads the chaos of words flowing from his fingertips…
My skin tastes like salt. I can still feel the ocean kissing me as I drift beneath it’s surface. It breathes in my veins, rocks my heart with the swell of the waves. I stare into your eyes and think of home, of those last few seconds of air pounding angrily at my chest.
Read MoreWe all live in a tangled world, with tangled lives and tangles memories, tangled up in worries thick with the tangles of useless things. These knots crush against my chest with a fervor matched by malevolent movie villains.
Read MoreThe stars were beginning to bloom into existence as I drove north, despite the wind howling cold and dark against my car, the night was quiet. I turned music on loud to keep the silence at bay and kept driving.
Read MoreIt's hard finding creativity scrolling through Instagram when all you see are photos of people getting drunk, and the brunch someone had that morning, but finding a way to correctly use social media can boost your desire to create.
Read MoreAfter two class 5 hurricanes balled the islands up and tossed them in a washing machine filled with rocks, nails, and mach 7 winds, the U.S. Virgin Islands are limping back to health.
Read MoreHonestly, I've always been a basic as heck human being who snapped all of the sunsets on my phone, but once I picked up a camera and starting expanding my work, I found out in trial and error how light actually works.
Read MoreI needed a break, I needed a place to escape, so when The North East Collective was holding an instameet in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, I knew where I needed to be.
I get it, for some people Black Friday is one of the only ways for some people to afford to buy the things they want or need, but the best way to spend your holidays isn't caught up in the crush of consumerism and chaos of shopping centers on your holidays, its getting outside and being with those you love: #optoutside.
Read MoreSunrise filters through the clouds in dancing, golden motes, touching upon the mountainsides of the Adirondack High Peaks. It slips around the shoulders of mountains, flowing down into the vacant valleys in warm streams. Waking up to catch the sun as it stretches over the horizon, honest and slow, sets your soul on fire, helping you slip out of your tired skin and into one a little less cumbersome.
Read MoreA crisp Autumn has begun to roll out the red carpet for New York's winter, making me dream of warmer winter escapes spent on Caribbean shores.
Something draws you to a place, or pushes you towards it. You're there because of something, you are where you are because of the life that you have led.
You can't always escape to the mountains when work becomes too much for your wild mind, or school tries to dull the adventurer inside of you, so you dream of the best things the wilderness can offer you when you unleash your weekend warrior.
Read MoreSome mornings you wake up with creativity flowing through your veins…and some mornings when you wake up you don’t feel a thing. That usual spark of need to do, to act, to create just isn’t there. Some mornings turn into two, then a whole week rolls by with your camera gathering dust and that blinking cursor pestering you at the end of an unfinished paragraph in your latest story.
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