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we traveled a lot when i was growing up. we'd cram in the minivan and trek to the grand canyon; we'd hop on a plane and go to the philippines; we'd go camping in yosemite, gambling in vegas and shopping in ensenada. when i got older, i took trips on my own: a summer in portland, oregon; a spring in paris, france; winter in new york city. i am really lucky because i feel like i've gotten a pretty good look at the world.
i've documented my trips -- with words, photos and even sketches (my backpack tends to get very heavy trying to lug around all my supplies). but the sketchbooks, journals and photo albums usually end up on a shelf, getting dusty. so i've decided to start telling the stories to others. to you. hopefully i have captured a slice of life with these. if not, i guess you'll have to go there yourself. |
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