As the years melt away through the beautiful chaos of the seasons, I see a man standing amongst the second roundabout in Manchester. He’s about forty years my senior. He’s neither homeless nor a traveler. He’s just...
A cold sensation dribbled down my face in the darkest hours
of night. I awoke, confused as to what
gently touched my stubbles of facial hair.
Rain dripped. It dropped from the
abandoned overhang above my...
With a bit of short stories and adventure travel photography to paint a canvas of experiences on the road. Check out my Etsy store for digital prints and canvas prints of adventure photography from my travels. All support helps fund my wanderings along with odd, seasonal, and temporary jobs. Thanks!