Run Journal
The Morning Ritual
Early this morning I rolled out of bed and laced up my shoes. I ran through sleepy neighborhoods, and smiled as the sun popped up over the horizon. Lately,...
The Morning Ritual
Early this morning I rolled out of bed and laced up my shoes. I ran through sleepy neighborhoods, and smiled as the sun popped up over the horizon. Lately,...
Beauty Charred
By Martin Brodsky What is left, when the smoke clears, but beauty? The forest is cauterized, charred, smoldering, a war-torn ruin, yet, there it is still. It is the same...
Beauty Charred
By Martin Brodsky What is left, when the smoke clears, but beauty? The forest is cauterized, charred, smoldering, a war-torn ruin, yet, there it is still. It is the same...
How we are Connected
Brett Farrell We step outside to an eerie warm glow and ash falling from the sky. The ash travels over 30 miles from a burning forest to...
How we are Connected
Brett Farrell We step outside to an eerie warm glow and ash falling from the sky. The ash travels over 30 miles from a burning forest to...
SUNSETS AND SUNRISES
(Jobie Williams) - Zoë Rom - Grace, Gratitude and Sunsets I love being surprised by sunsets. I was bundled up in layers of fleece and flannel, pressing my bare feet into cooling, exposed granite high in an alpine cirque in Montana. A sudden glow cast against the shiny flecksof mica in the rock caught my attention, directing it skyward to an unexpected display - billowy clouds colliding with brilliant red light and each other to form a dramatic, whirling landscape. Reds, oranges and pinks elbowed each other and shifted from one hue to another, reflecting the sun’s luminous denouement on glowing alpine granite. My breath caught in my throat, and I crouched frozen, arrested by the vista’ commanding beauty. I was afraid to look away for fear that I would miss some intricate interplay of light and cloud and that the moment would vanish and be gone, though that is the very nature of sunsets. They’re ephemeral, fleeting. Captivating in one moment and vanished in a flash of light, cloud and rock in another. Though it’s something that happens everyday, I’m constantly caught off guard...
SUNSETS AND SUNRISES
(Jobie Williams) - Zoë Rom - Grace, Gratitude and Sunsets I love being surprised by sunsets. I was bundled up in layers of fleece and flannel, pressing my bare feet into cooling, exposed granite high in an alpine cirque in Montana. A sudden glow cast against the shiny flecksof mica in the rock caught my attention, directing it skyward to an unexpected display - billowy clouds colliding with brilliant red light and each other to form a dramatic, whirling landscape. Reds, oranges and pinks elbowed each other and shifted from one hue to another, reflecting the sun’s luminous denouement on glowing alpine granite. My breath caught in my throat, and I crouched frozen, arrested by the vista’ commanding beauty. I was afraid to look away for fear that I would miss some intricate interplay of light and cloud and that the moment would vanish and be gone, though that is the very nature of sunsets. They’re ephemeral, fleeting. Captivating in one moment and vanished in a flash of light, cloud and rock in another. Though it’s something that happens everyday, I’m constantly caught off guard...
Guangzhou and the Art of Pacing
By Brett Farrell As I walked out of the airport into the humid air of Guangzhou, I felt the buzz from entering a completely foreign place and the realization that...
Guangzhou and the Art of Pacing
By Brett Farrell As I walked out of the airport into the humid air of Guangzhou, I felt the buzz from entering a completely foreign place and the realization that...
THE TOUR
A Fastpackers Guide to the Tour du Mont Blanc “The only predator that lives in the Alps is VERT.” It’s true, there are no bears, no lions, no venomous snakes...
THE TOUR
A Fastpackers Guide to the Tour du Mont Blanc “The only predator that lives in the Alps is VERT.” It’s true, there are no bears, no lions, no venomous snakes...