This weekend, we explored the Point Reyes peninsula, about thirty miles northwest of San Francisco — paddling in bioluminescent Tomales Bay, eating oysters in Marshall, and wandering in Point Reyes Station.
Just returned from a quick trip to the UK. I’ve visited England more and more over the past several years, and while there’s always something new to explore, it’s begun to feel less foreign, and more like another version of home.
I bought the 4-in-1 olloclip lens for my iPhone 5s, which includes a fisheye, wide angle, and two macro lenses. I don’t use a proper camera at all anymore, so wanted to try a fun accessory for my phone.
I spent this holiday weekend up north — catching up with friends staying in Santa Rosa, kayaking on the Russian River (my happy place), and visiting my tiny house, which is currently parked in a yard in Sonoma.
I recently had a long layover in Seoul and took the train into the city to wander for the day. With twelve hours, I did what I love most: explored a new city on my own, wandered down alleyways, hunted for street art, and got lost.
I returned to Hanoi and Halong Bay, both in the north of Vietnam. As you linger in Hanoi, you become one with it — the pulse of the street, the ebb and flow of traffic.
August was a busy month — weddings, time with family and friends, and exploring cities we’ve never been.
I present to you my past month’s adventures in England and Scotland, via iPhone 4. With the exception of a handful of shots, most of these are Instagrammed.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Yes, I write about not knowing where or what home is.
That something is missing, that here isn’t quite right.
Then I walk around. I explore where I live.
And I’m reminded that things, truly, are fine.