Sono Solo | Travel Essays

I’m in a cocoon, nestled in my duvet and a thick blanket. Something stirs, and I open my eyes. I can only see the silhouette of a man. He’s sitting in the driver’s seat of my SUV, hot steam bellowing out of what looks like a stainless steel travel mug. He takes a sip. “Who….”…

Hidden Bookstore

I have one rule about sudden staircases. You must go up them. As evidenced in my post about Green Lake, I’m not hesitant to do so.

City Pics | A Day In Rockland, Maine

For me, capturing a place in a few photos is all about characters. When I went back to review my Rockland photos, I realized none of them were of the downtown buildings or streets.