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At 24, bones still wet with dew from the dawn of adulthood, I took an adventure.
And by adventure, I mean vacation. For the price of a month’s rent in Boston, I had purchased the illusion of adventure, bookended by cushy, leather airline seats and documented by a camera with more horsepower than the Apollo missions. My destination? Iceland.
In the summer of 2008, I was traveling through India, where I took a picture of the roots of this massive tree. I had some fun in Photoshop and inserted one of my favorite quotes.
