Category: Journeys
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Graveyard of Machines
I watched Marco slow and pull the bike to the side of the country road. I knew exactly what he was looking at.
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Sunday 19.10.2025
If you cast your eye across the landscape, the yellows, reds and orange tinged leaves are signaling the end of summer.
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The Fountain
The fountain has been photographed thousands of time, maybe millions. Hundreds by me alone.
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The Rain in Spain
Southern Spain was experiencing some of the worst weather in 50 years, and we were in the thick of it.
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An Unmapped Route: A Hiker's Blog 