There we were, atop the green brushed highlands speckled with grey jagged rocks. Standing un-wisely close to the edge looking out over the precipice which cut through the landscape into the ocean, we had sweeping views of the snaking road of the Cabot Trail which takes you around the ravishing Cape Breton National Park.
As we creaked out of New Orleans on the Amtrak Crescent train, we happened to…
As the sun was retreating beyond the distant mountains, we pulled up to the beach…
You can imagine my surprise when this castle reared its epic face out from the…
On a windswept winters day while wandering Washington D.C. I paused to admire the giant…
Recently on a cold January day in Washington D.C. I came across this memorial while…
Why does graffiti always have to be in bubble font? I love street art and…
First Shot - Escalators into the Station. Lately I have been raving about the new…
Everyone is nervous their first time, right? I know I was. That "butterflies in the…
