nothing too original here. saw that one place 80 miles north of fresno last year. evidently our currency's depreciated significantly of late. i could count the number of americans we saw other than ourselves on one hand.

went to a small island in the japanese ryukyu archipelago called okinawa a few summers back. people in the streets clearly weren't accustomed to seeing americans. they made serious efforts to approach us, despite their deficiencies when it concerned the english language. funny enough, the hotel gave us room 911. here's the view from it.

almost plunged into the center of this sea lion rookery while doing archaeological work in southern california. we'd been traversing steep gullies in the highlands all morning. once i saw easy access to the beach, i jumped without looking what immediately lay in front of me.

this iceberg was stranded on a band of glacial silt bordering iceland's south coast attraction jokulsarlon. the great mass was about 7 feet high, or so i guessed. i reached out and touched it. it was one of the only times where i genuinely felt i was in the presence of something greater than myself. i met my favorite singer once, but he reeked of cigarettes and wasn't too approachable.