In all the years I lived in the Philippines, I’d never been to Boracay—considered by many to be one of the most beautiful beaches in the Philippines. Between the airfare to get there and the cost of lodging and food for your stay (plus other things), I never really had the money for it.

As though in testament to just how small Manila really is and how bizarrely interconnected Manileños tend to be, the brother-in-law of my good friend and stalwart traveling companion, Iñigo, is running for president.

Of the Philippines.

An older photo, stumbled upon while working on my portfolio. It was taken on the same camping trip that this photo came from. In fact, that cross was only a hundred or so feet away from where we were standing.

The day after Christmas, I went up to Reno with some friends. I’m not much of a snowboarder (after photography, who has the money for snowboarding?) so while my friends were out hitting the slopes, I went snowshoeing.

While camping in West Virginia, we spent one of the days hiking a small mountain. It’s hard to tell from the photo, but we’re actually at a summit a few hundred (maybe even a thousand) feet up. After eating our lunches on and enjoying the view from the summit, we decided to make our way [...]