Pocono Mountains in the Fall {october twenty-seventh two thousand and fifteen}

while i am perfectly capable of walking this planet without you, it would be the loneliest journey knowing you exist. 

j.ironword

La Jolla Cove Sunset {september thirteenth two thousand and fifteen}

i am not here anymore

i have no connection

to the walls

inside this room,

to the gloom that enters

through the window,

and the gentle music 

that sneaks out 

of the radio 

if you are gone,

then i, too, am gone.

and it makes me feel 

like i am drifting

into the ocean,

like a small child

seduced by the sea.

r.m. drake

more photographs from this beautiful adventure coming soon

San Diego Marine Corps Recruit Depot {january twenty second two thousand fifteen}

Stand at Attention

Moving Music

The Golden Hallway  

Private First Class

Platoon 2,123

Rows of Marines

Expert Rifleman in a Time of War

March as One

you can keep your army khaki

you can keep your navy blue

i have the world's best fighting man

to introduce to you

his uniform is different

the best you've ever seen

the germans called him "devil dog"

his real name is "marine"

USMC MARCHING CADENCE

Berlin { july sixteenth two thousand and fourteen }

Floating on the Spree

Hotel Sights

Old Train Stations

Train Sights

Life at Night

Piercing Ceilings

uber allen gipfeln

ist ruh,

In allen wipfeln

spurest du

kaum einen hauch;

die vogelein schweigen in walde.

warte nur, balde

ruhest du auch

JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Texas { october tenth two thousand and fourteen }

Annie Oakley

The Killer 

Heaven On Earth

Blue Bell Ice Cream

The Best Ice Cream on Earth 

Sibling Mirror Selfies

if we move too fast,

we'll break things

if we move too slow,

we'll miss things.

and if we don't move at all,

we won't see things

for how beautiful they truly are

R.M. DRAKE

Grand Canyon { october ninth two thousand and fourteen }

NEVER ENDING BEAUTY

DON'T FALL IN

YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY

EVEN THE CANYONS SHOUT YOUR GLORY

even the mountains bless Your name

the rivers tremble at Your voice

when Your hand carved the canyons

They sang 'Holy is the Lord'

when will i cease to glory at Your works?

oh God, let it never be so

Your beauty overwhelms me

and Your grace is unending

oh Lord, let me ever praise Your name

let my heart be full of Your love

let my soul cling to Your precious name

KAYDEE MERRITT

september eleventh two thousand and fourteen

LET YOUR DREAMS GIVE YOU FLIGHT

MAY THE MOUNTAINS TREMBLE

FISHERMAN

FREDERICK THE FISH

  

CAUGHT

DEATH OF FREDERICK THE FISH

in spring of youth it was my lot

to haunt of the wide world a spot

the which i could not love the less

so lovely was the loneliness 

of a wild lake, with black rock bound

and the tall pines that towered around

but when the night had thrown her pall

upon that spot, as upon all,

and the mystic wind went by

murmuring in melody

then--ah then i would awake

to the terror of the lone lake

EDGAR ALLAN POE