Voodoo
Voodoo in Haiti is something that is heard not seen. On certain nights drums fill the air past dark and chanting echoes off the concrete...
Playa de Los Patos
#caribbean #dominicanrepublic #sea #wander #wayward #santodomingo
Gone to Market.
Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic #santodomingo #dominicanrepublic #caribbean #pattern #market
La niña y el mar.
“These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious...
Burn.
As my plane travels up and away from the glittering veins of Los Angeles sprawl it feels like the slow roll fog of waking up from a...
McCarthy-ism
McCarthy, You are a wild haired child, pocketknife beaming, that has taken me by my heartstrings and carved life into my tree rings. ...
The Girl on the Moon.
These boots were made for walking. For the run, skip, and jumping. Tightly stitched seams for waterfalls and overnight bus rides. Wooden...
Home
Thank you for being my compass when I wander a bit too far, My reason for when desire to adventure clouds my judgement, My comfort when...
Somebody.
Today, I've heard eight ambulance sirens, Passed by five beggars in four blocks while walking through the wealthiest area of the city,...
The Art of Leaving.
If you had told me at eighteen how far these feet would have traveled by twenty three, I wonder if I would have believed you. I also...
