Leaving the White Sands National Monument and Missile Range in our dust, Murray and I headed off for the nights stay in Hobbs, NM. On our way out we took our chances at the edge of the range and pulled over to grab this shot…
Let The Adventure Begin ~ New York to Harrisonburg, VA
I have been an Master/Mentor in The Arcanum for roughly 12 months now. Many of my apprentices have graduated from my cohort and moved on. While they are looking forward to leveling up with other masters and sphere’s, they will always have a place in my community. Late in 2014, one of those apprentices, Lisa Speakman suggested that she would like to do a meet-up in Joshua Tree National Park with some of the other apprentices on the West Coast. After much thought and consideration, I decided that I was overdue for another road trip out west and
Berkshire, New York is a sleepy little town about halfway between the two megatropolis cities of Ithaca and Owego, New York. Upstate New York is full of small towns just like Berkshire. Once bustling with business and industry, now just small hamlets with a smattering of homes, abandonments, and the families that used to work there. Many weekends are spent on the road just driving to see what I can see an this was one such trip. While heading towards a site that was suggested by a friend, something interesting caught the corner of my
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
~Sir Walter Scott
One of my favorite features of social media is the comment box. Not so much for the comments on my photos which I always love, but even more so for the engagement in general conversation with the friends that enjoy my work. During a recent conversation, my facebook friend Crystal Francisco sent me a “cool” (ed. note: I told him not to do that joke) link to this website called
A truly American sentiment recognizes the dignity of labor and the fact that honor lies in honest toil.
Out in what seems to be the middle nowhere in western Maryland is the tiny town of Lonaconing. Home to the iron blast furnace built by the George’s creek Coal and Iron Company in 1837. This would be an amazing attraction for a city twice the size of Lonaconing. But this little town has an even bigger secret garden, the Lonaconing
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.”
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge C.1798
When I was a kid, like most kids, I loved exploring. I still do, but as anadult I tend to be way more cautious about what and where I explore. I think as we get older we think about family, home, avoiding prison,
It’s hard to believe that it has been 6 months since that email arrived in my box. June 11th, 2014 @ 9:12pm EST to be exact. I had been a long time lurking fan of Trey Ratcliff and not just for his art. To be honest I don’t even think for the longest time I understood it. My how time has changed that. Changed a lot of things really.
In 2011 I was struggling a bit with my career and money. I wanted to take a trip but didn’t have as much cash flow as other years.So I planned a trip to Acadia National Park which you can read about here. Like any trip I plan, I usually make an itinerary of other places to visit along the way. One such place was the Higgins Armory which
Upstate New York, especially the Catskills has always been a desired area for vacationers. In the 60’s and 70’s it was the driving force behind the economy in many small, otherwise tourist-less towns. Many resorts and hotels popped up to serve the masses of business men and woman and their families who were looking for a bit of the “Country” for their summer vacations. Resorts like The Concord, The Pines, and Swan Lake were huge. Some like the
Somewhere on Route 15 south of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania and just beyond Fredrick, Maryland you find a tiny town that time has forgotten. And though time may have forgotten it, it’s residents certainly haven’t.
Situated at the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers and where Maryland, West Virginia and Virginia all come together is
If you were born in the late 70’s early 80’s there’s a place deep in the Pocono Mountain region of Pennsylvania that your parents don’t want you to know about. Better yet, you don’t want your parents to WANT you to know about it! Since you ventured here, I am going to tell you about it, and I feel the need to apologize ahead of time for what I am about to clue you in on.
You see, there is this resort, now abandoned called: