Perched high above the city of Cusco is the Incan ruined fort of Sacsuahuaman – supposedly completing the puma’s head and teeth that Cusco represents.
The middle portion of our trip through Peru was in Cusco – a city perched among the clouds at 11,000 foot elevation. Short of breath, we explored this city for three days before embarking on our Inca Trail trek.
Right outside of downtown Lima (and a short taxi ride away from our hostel), sits a gem of a museum: the Museo Arqueologico Rafael Larco Herrera.
Huaca Pucllana stands in the heart of the Miraflores district of Lima - the culture and artist center of the city.
After only a couple of hours on the ground, Mariel and I began our Peruvian adventure in downtown Lima.
On another autumn hike, a couple friends and I in search of a set of waterfalls trekked through the wet forest.
Two friends and I decided to hike up to the fire lookout on Mount Pilchuck on one sunny sunny and warm September day. It was breathtaking!
I was in Chicago for a work conference — my first time ever in Illinois and this major metro.
On a thundery summer day in the Pacific Northwest, my friends and I embarked on a little adventure through the Cascades to Snoqualmie Pass.
Rugged hills, sharp pinnacles, backdropped against each other until you can't tell where one ridge ends and another begins.
After spending the night in a horse campground scared out of our minds, we woke up and arrived at the national monument just as it opened.
Bear Tooth Pass practically touches the clouds, and the views boggle the mind. Epic snowcaps, quiet mountain meadows, and placid lakes trail to the great plains of the midwest.
On our summer cross country road trip, we hadn't even found a campsite by the time we were exploring one of my favorite places - Yellowstone!
There's a park in the Magnolia neighborhood of Seattle that I love to visit.
A day trip away from Klamath Falls across the border into California is Lava Beds National Park, probably one of the most unique places I have ever been. Desolate and beautiful.
On a whim, my family and I adventured from where we were staying in Klamath Falls, OR an hour or so away to a wild west theme town called Jacksonville.
Around the Okanagan country of south central British Columbia, my friends and I found a weekend paradise. We kayaked, swam in the pool, and went wine tasting!
I had about four hours to kill in between being released from a business-related conference and my flight back home.
I grew up about 20 minutes from where these photos were taken - and I had no idea whatsoever that a herd of Tule Elk resided in Point Reyes, the national seashore that points into the Pacific Ocean.
A spur of the moment day trip to Vancouver led to an all day adventure in BC and around the city. Great food. Great friends. Lovely, sunny day.
There's a special something about a good drag revue. I've seen a few in my day. A good drag show will entertain, make you laugh, feel a little something, and probably shock you, so I wanted to capture a bit of that essence in this photograph.
I also attended a Scottish wedding in the east bay of California's bay area. The tall trees on the campus of Mills College are epic. They tower over the narrow concrete lanes of the women's school.
This wedding was held at a restaurant in Seattle - we were all stunned by the unexpected classiness of the interior and views of Lake Union. The decorations were beautiful, as was the company at our table.
Two of my best friends got married in August of 2013, and they held their wedding at the Chihuly Garden and Glass museum at the Seattle Center, right underneath the Space Needle.
Since I have lived in the Pacific Northwest, I have always heard of the San Juan Islands and how beautiful they are. My brother and I spent three days among the San Juans - three days, three islands.
Mailbox Peak is one of the steepest trail hikes in Western Washington: 3,800 feet elevation climb in 2.5 miles. Needless to say, the hike took a toll on my legs. But it was worth it.
A couple friends and I went hiking in the Snoqualmie Pass region of Western Washington – one of the most beautiful places in the world as far as I am convinced.
This moth was huge! I found it in a bathroom in the Tumwater Campground near Leavenworth, WA. Its wingspan was about the width of an electrical outlet, which it’s sitting right next to.
The Pacific Northwest is known for its salmon – and the tribes around the area know it for its abysmal record of protecting the salmon runs and the rivers that they return to each year.
A two hour/four mile hike along the Boulder River trail in the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest leads you to a dead end where there are loose camping sites.
Seattle has a beautiful skyline for many reasons, two of which (the Space Needle and the Columbia Tower) don’t even appear in the photo here. The story behind the photo is simple.
Obviously the sun was out in the middle of February in southern California. So we went to the beach, my friends and I.
No fall is complete without a trip to the pumpkin patch, especially the ones that have festivities and petting zoo and food for sale.
The valley on the right hand side of these photos is where the area gets its name: Glacier View. You can’t see it here, but there’s a retreating glacier hidden beyond the hills.
The Pacific Ocean was at our backs – literally yards away. And we were virtually alone in Redwood National Park.
Growing up my siblings and I watched the Disney Channel. A lot of the Disney Channel. So many times I remember seeing the Epcot space ball on the television. What is that place? I always thought. What’s inside?
The island of Spinalonga has a rich history – from medieval forts to modern leper colony, now it lies empty save the tourists arriving from Plaka and Elounda daily.
Santorini really is as beautiful as the postcards show. The whitewash homes, hotels and churches provide a stark contrast to the islands extremely rugged terrain – mostly rocks and short grasses.
The history, the ruins, the sights, the museums that awaited me - I couldn't have been more excited to climb around Athens.
While the road to Sarajevo for us was one of intense heat, a broken down bus and beautiful river views, Sarajevo's past is far darker and different.
After Zagreb, our last two destinations in Croatia included the small town of Šibenik and the large, cruise port city of Dubrovnik.
Using Šibenik as our home base, the four of us embarked on a day trip to one of the singular most breathtaking places I have ever been: Krka National Park.
We spent hours wandering around Mirogoj cemetery, but truly just walking into it would have satisfied my appetite to "get away" from the hustle and bustle of the city.
I made it back to Europe far sooner than I expected in life. These photos are both before that journey, and then after we returned back to Paris.
My destination was a lookout park that, on a clear day, gives one a vantage of Bellevue, Hwy 520 and Lake Washington. All I could see this day was the western shores of the lake and molecular snowflakes blanketing my vision.
I found this image so funny! Here's a bike with no wheels right next to a bright sign with a big smile and the word "utopia."
I have been wanting to go to Joshua Tree National Park for as long as I can remember. And as we drove up to the park and entered, the trees became taller and taller. The taller they became, the more beautiful.
Our last stop on the cruise through Alaska's Inside Passage was actually not in Alaska - Prince Rupert, Canada is a tiny port town.
Cruising among ice bergs and Orcas through the Inside Passage of Alaska, we woke up in Skagway to a little adventure of our own.
Just outside the town, we rode our bikes to the edge of this lake following a pair of strange, yet knowledgeable guides. It was a breathtaking experience.
Walking along the water docks, passing totem poles and the famous "Creek Street" in Ketchikan, one can only imagine what this gold mining town used to be like.
Every year, the tulip festival draws thousands of people to northwestern Washington. However, I did not get to see any tulips.
Being close to the American South, the city of Branson is teeming with classic riverboats that remind me of a Louisiana bayou. The font in this photograph is also very reminiscent of that same feeling.
Family vacation for summer 2010 was Depoe Bay, Oregon -- centered on the beautiful coast of the state.
On our second trip to Victoria, my friends and I brought a car over this time. It was worth it.
The ruins of a military bunker outside of Port Townsend are both spooky and interesting.
An adventure with two of my friends took me to the top of Squak Mountain.
These benches sat over a marshy ground, covered in mud and pools of acrid brown water.
Looking out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca, my friends and I set the timer on the camera and I quickly ran to join them.
The twin cities - Minneapolis and St. Paul - were fun to see! Reminded me of Seattle.
After checking out Snoqualmie Falls, we explored the rusting, environs.
Exploring Seattle during the first year that I lived there, we ventured to the Sculpture Park sitting on the sound.
Flowers, cacti, bromelids - OH MY!
We scrambled the last few days to see the rest of Yellowstone - and get one last hike in. So worth it.
Trying to beat the darkness, my family and I drove the north loop of Yellowstone. Timing for a Mammoth Springs sunset could not have been more perfect.
Yellowstone National Park is perhaps one my favorite places in the entire world. Gallivanting about the park with my family was magical!
It was my last semester at college, and some friends and I made a weekend trip to a pretty spot north of Seattle. It was peaceful.
A trip to Olympia to save what little funding people living with HIV and AIDS have due to the massive budget crisis was an eye-opening experience for me.
After Proposition 8 passed in California, every major city held a rally to protest its passing. I joined Seattle's protest.
Exploring along the peninsular coast of Washington.
As my time in Italy was coming to an end, I spent as much time as possible exploring its cobblestone streets.
The train ride south to Sicily was the most beautiful train ride I've ever taken.
My long journey through eastern Europe was coming to an end, but what a way to capstone my trip.
In a park in this little Transylvanian town in Romania I found these dilapidated chess boards.
Capri is the vacation spot of the stars - and me for a weekend too!
Visiting beautiful Sorrento was pretty cool. Staying in a tower on the coast? Even cooler.
The only day I have ever skipped class, I toured the Colosseum and Palatine Hill - what fun!
The beam of light reminds me of what this place must have been before Vesuvius erupted.
Trekking back from the island of Ischia to Naples, the island said farewell with a beautiful view.
Two sets of walls from different eras adorn the mountain above Sintra.
The hills and the environs of the Portuguese capital were well worth the exploration.
Between the nook gardens and majestic Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh kept us enthralled
For a beach town, Lecce was pretty weird when it snowed.
Ostia Antica, the ancient port of Rome, filled me with ecstasy as I explored its stone promenades, racing the setting sun.
The city of canals is crumbling, sinking lower each year. I'm glad I had the chance to see it while it lasts.
Important life lessons while wearing Sunday's best
While one David sleeps in his museum, another watches the river, the bridges, the people - the city of Florence.
Engulfed by Rome, visiting Vatican City remains one of my fondest - and most troubling - memories.
The towns of Umbria wind around precarious cliffs. The trade off? A room with a view.
The Pantheon. The Forum. Villa Borghese. Love at first sight.
Here there exists a place of beauty, quiet, verdant hills, and a slow, lacing fog
Exploring the back country of Marin
On the shores of Bass Lake
Wet and covered in clouds, Killarney enchanted us as we strolled, hiked, boated and biked through its beauty.
Spending my last days gallivanting around Dublin environs...
The famed cliffs, the Burren and quiet Connemara country pulled me to take a lone weekend trip through the land - well worth it.
Staring me down in the Tower, the visages of Elizabeth I revealed much.
"Aingeal" means angel in Irish.
A journey through rolling hills, unkempt pastures and faerie mounds
"The bogside is your womb, and education, your umbilical cord."
Legend has it that Finn McCool, an Irish giant, built a bridge to Scotland to face his Scottish equivalent. The Giant's Causeway is all that's left of it.
For a city and region ripped apart by violence, the experience of Northern Ireland and its culture and history was as memorable as it was affecting.
In the center of Ireland is the Rock of Cashel - a breathtaking set of ruins atop a hill. One of my best memories.
During the day, we explored the massive castle grounds - and the next morn, awoke to the same place laced with fog.
Decrepit and wild, the Glenveagh Estate rests at the edge of a lake. It was an appropriately quiet and dark day.
Kinsale is a small coastal town with the ruins of Fort Charles and the beautiful bay where annual sailing races take place.
Blarney Castle and its grounds are more breathtaking than I ever expected. Well worth the visit.
Upon reaching the top of Bray Head, our breath was stolen by the expansive view of Dublin Bay.
The Aran Islands on the western coast of Ireland have hundreds of miles of stone walls and on its own western coast, a ruined fort. I stood there on the cliff. I stood on the edge of the world.
Winding through the streets of Dublin was my primary past time when I lived in the city...always with camera in tow.
Bogs are very important in the culture and terrain of Ireland - and this was the first bog I had ever seen. Mmmmm the smell of peat!
Braving out onto a frozen lake isn't something I would consider fun - my dad, sister and brother, on the other hand...
"...but the rocks they pulled up were all I've ever known. The Rock fought my spirit. The Rock fed my anger. The Rock broke my heart."
Each backstreet and nook held something to explore or marvel at - whether the fountains of Alhambra or the fountain dead end plazas in Cordoba.
Hot, wet, busy, overwhelming. Pretty much describes Paris in June, yeah?
The lifeless forest that covers Mount St. Helens is breathtaking and startling.
Every morning Luis would get up early to put on his best clothes. He was also always the last person to say good-bye.
A couple old photos from a crappy point and shoot
One of my earliest photographs.