Weekly Photo Mojo: Desolate Beauty in the Salton Sea.
Besides the hungry gulls squawking, an eery silence lays over Bombay Beach. Once a town,…
Besides the hungry gulls squawking, an eery silence lays over Bombay Beach. Once a town,…
20131105-091612.jpg It was Day 3 of my train adventure across America and my last day…
Like a path into the unknown, this pier that dipped into the glass green open…
An ocean mist rolls over the thrashing ocean hundreds of feet below. Rough, dark grey…
New Orleans is one of my favorite cities in the United States for many reasons,…
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"In the morning the city spreads its wings, making a song in stone that sings.…
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…