Directions for the Soul
If I was ever to write down everything I knew about photography, it would be instructions scrawled on a napkin explaining how to get to an island off the coast of British Columbia, which will set up every shot for you, and ask for nothing but appreciation in return.
Precious, thirst-quenching, and so easily taken for granted.
When I was about seven years old, I sat on the rug in front of the TV eating my morning Vegemite toast and watched my own private horror show. Sesame Street was on. An animated cartoon segment played, in which a young boy went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and left the water running as he did so.
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Tall trees, wet roads and even wetter rainforests. Day two of my drive down the west coast of Washington state may sound like a slice of hell, but it was actually quite pleasant.
Waiting sucks. This time last year, my friend and I got stuck at the airport hanging around for a bus and for flood waters to subside. But when you’re kicking your heels and happen to see the Maui skyline catch fire, you do what any sane person would do: crack open the freshly purchased growler of beer from the brewery, toast to the heavens for the epic views, and remember you’re in fucking Hawaii. Bonus points if you use paper cups.
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
EDWARD ABBEY
“It is not down in any map; true places never are.”
HERMAN MELVILLE
Whoever decided that living out of your car had to be a messy, stinky, disgusting affair is wrong. Cleanliness is next to godliness–even if you have to spit your toothpaste into a canyon when you’re done brushing.
When it finally came time for me to invest in something bigger than a plane ticket, I decided to buy the biggest 4WD I could get and turn it into my North American adventure mobile…
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