Julie recently decided to take off. She left her job, apartment and dog (in good hands, not to worry) and went to Central America.
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Julie recently decided to take off. She left her job, apartment and dog (in good hands, not to worry) and went to Central America.
Ever since I was little I've been looking over my dad's shoulder while he draws. For the next couple of weeks I'll be away in Central America, so I thought I'd let you guys enjoy the view.
This time around packing is a little more meaningful. I wrote about a really smart organization called Pack for a Purpose last year, and I'm finally in the position to contribute.
I spent a whirlwind 4 days on a work trip getting a behind the scenes tour of the incredible EMP Museum in Seattle.
A few days ago, among the usual suspects in my mailbox was a sturdy black envelope. I opened it to find some dreamy photo prints from a generous (and seriously talented) friend, Raina Kirn.
David Buchler catches Japanese commuters at their most unguarded; at a crossroads between sleep and relaxation, focused concentration and zen. I can't stop looking.
We coudn't help but stop at Hawaii's southern most tip to look over the vastness of the Pacific. It was only then that the utter isolation of the islands really sunk in—it's 3,000km to the nearest continent.
My pal Joe Silveira has the ultimate Instagram. His images were collected by Colour Code in a publication titled "So So Tired".
We took a helicopter trip over the Kilauea Crater (a generous gift from family). Pure awe.
There is only one city on the Big Island in my eyes, and that's Hilo. Sure it's small and a little new-agey, but the essentials are all covered
When a psychiatric center in New York's Finger Lakes area closed its doors in 1995 the staff discovered an attic full of old suitcases.
When we first pulled up to Linda's house after driving down a lonely road into the middle of the Hawaiian jungle, I wondered if staying 5 nights here would be a few too many. It seemed remote and the property was almost being swallowed by the surrounding brush.
These rocks are from my father’s collection, which we have both been adding to over the years.
After the leaving the highlands around Hawi we were craving some beach time, and of course more delicious food, so we continued around the coast of the Big Island.
In this series of French travel guides from the 50s the narratives were full of commentary and critique and the visuals surprising or unsettling, avoiding the glossy clichés of typical guidebooks.
These rocks are from my father’s collection, which we have both been adding to over the years.
The Cessna flight from Kahului (Maui) to Kona (Big Island) was the least fussy I've ever been on. In fact, on this miniature 9-seater plane, the pilot’s dashboard was within spitting distance.
We had a few days before catching our Cessna flight to the Big Island to give Ken's brother, SImo a blitz tour of what we saw in Maui the previous year.
These rocks are from my father’s collection, which we have both been adding to over the years.