Pictures of my little mountain bike and hiking playground. Where the dirt, the breeze and the sounds and smells of nature help me find myself again.
Where do you go to find yourself?
Good Friday’s for me are full of memories that I would rather forget, and also an eternal hope…
down this rabbit hole I run lost in the muted colors of the sun haunted by a past…
floating in a sea of uncertainty among islands of pain and misery so I continue to paddle as…
Today’s Science Project: Proving the Existence of Art and God [youtube=http://youtu.be/COJ0ED1mV7s] The above video is from the website…
What is adventure? Is it in the heart or the head? Does true adventure occur? Within and without?…
