“I never saw a discontented tree.” — John Muir
It was a surreal experience sharing space with the largest of the living, groves of sequoias standing tall and wide, quietly at peace. Their presence was one of wisdom and confidence, while remaining humble, as if knowing their purpose was to just be.
A favorite from the beautiful city of Oxford. A quiet moment that feels almost Italian, not only because of the scenery, but because it serves as a reminder that getting a little lost sometimes is good for the soul. And my camera.
The white limestone cliffs along the Jurassic Coast had me reminiscing about my favorite Mesozoic Era hangout spot in Calvert, Maryland. If you need a little more texture in your life, a jagged coastline seems to be the perfect destination.
The New Forest is a magical place to get lost in. Wild horses and cows grazing on heather and bog myrtle against a backdrop of endless ferns and oak trees.
Icelandic style. My new friends are pretty and I have hair envy.
Horse Study I. Horse Study II.
Sometimes being alone can be, well lonely. But there are always times when alone is the best possible gift this world has to offer. Takk, Iceland.
Two days of 80 degree weather in the city and I’m already thinking about vacations with hot sunshine, salty beaches, and the bluest water you’ve ever seen. Photos from 2008.
Tropical Daydreams I + some more blue, blue water.
Italia, my love. But also, here are some more seasonly appropriate photos of Switzerland.
I’m missin’ that Carolina sunshine and slow, southern, easy pace of life.