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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.
This is an edited photo taken in Choshi, Japan, in a small hotel room. I was traveling during the summer on tour with my singing group, and we stopped in this charming city for a series of concerts. The hotel was quaint, with simple mats for beds (and a surprisingly well-stocked mini bar). In the mornings we were served rice and fish, and we frequented the adjoining hot rock sauna. All in all, a memorable time.
This is a little motto that some of my good friends from college used to say when workloads were getting a little hairy. I threw it on a fun photo I took in a beautiful house in Zell am See, Austria.
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.
