Overcast. Cold. Damp grass.  It was a pleasure to wake up not in a parking lot.  The dogs at the house across the street (dirt road) barked at me as I exited my car, a proper second alarm.  Awake before Hoobs again, I decided to do some work and watch a movie while he slept, […]

Traveling solo is awesome.  You can find a million and a half blogs online (if you have internet) and see why many profuse that traveling solo is the way to go.  I’ve been doing it, and so far its worked out well.  But having a companion to not only see and crash on their floor, […]

The border from North to Dakota to Minnesota is in the middle of two cities, simply a river.  So there is no sign at the crossing to stop and take copious amounts of photos.  I’ll have to remember to do that at the end of the state. With a quick stop at the visitor’s center, […]

North Dakota is known as “The Peace Garden” state, and has the slogan “Legendary” on its welcome sign.  Though, the Peace Garden is situated half in Canada and half in the state, and is so small, no map even shows it.  If it is Legendary, I have yet to hear the legend, or meet anyone […]

Playing in traffic is the classic “don’t do it” as a kid. But as a photographer, especially a self-photographer, it’s kind of warranted.  On my way to Jamestown for the evening, I stopped to enjoy the sun set and think a bit.  This would make one bad ass emergency runway…if you ever had an emergency […]

Occasionally I play in traffic Waking up in a Walmart parking lot will always be a combination of graciousness, and disorientation.  The safety, or illusion thereof, is one that can only be found in the asphalt ocean of the parking lot.  The ritual of wandering in, washing up, searching for wifi, and returning to my […]

Saying hello is awkward.  Saying goodbye is hard.  Waking up to my final morning in Montana was hard, but a quick pack, and multiple goodbye’s later, and I was on my 9 hour speed run for the border: North Dakota.  Sleeping in a rest stop, and watching the sun set one last time in Montana, […]

Montana, what an amazing state.  Though I again only saw a small sliver of it as I zoomed through on my way to meet with friends, I was struck with how empty the Eastern half of the state was.  All the beauty and amazing-ness of the state seemed to be confined to the Western half. […]