State Rt. 74 is one hell of a winding road. After driving for all of 30 minutes in the dark on our way from Palm Desert, California to San Diego, my wife and I decided to pull over and take a breather. Ok, I wanted to take pictures of the stars, but she was fine with not being tossed from side to side for a bit. Even though we hadn’t noticed it, we pulled over… Read More
Amidst the chaos that is Penn Station and the subway below, I was shocked to see a platform void of people, except for this single shopkeeper, quietly writing in a notepad. I quickly snapped this shot before moving through the mob of people behind me and swiftly leaving the station. Now, I look at it and I don’t hear the screeching trains and chattering crowds. My muscles don’t tighten from the anxious buzz of the city. I see a… Read More
A week after I returned from Haida Gwaii, British Columbia I found wood shavings on the floor of my Brooklyn apartment. Ok, my wife found them. I put them there. I had been teaching myself to carve while she ran errands. “What in the world are you doing?” she asked. “I’m whittling.” “Whittling?” “Yeah, whittling. I’m teaching myself to carve like the guys in Haida Gwaii.” I took another notch out of the wood in… Read More
If the inspirational Post-It-Note quotes on your cubicle have lost their stickiness. If your tent has held more dust in the basement than people in the woods. Or if you have gone on a great hike but can’t remember if it was last fall or, no, two falls ago –I have a bit of motivation for you. This time it’s in book form: Rhythm of the Wild: A Life Inspired by Alaska’s Denali National Park, a new memoir… Read More