At Long Last (photos)

An Appetizer...

Hello again,
 
I'm still painstakingly sorting through the images from my journey and figured give a little appetizer for everyone.  I would have the best images up already but there's been a wonderful array of technical difficulties to sort through (ever pick sand out of a memory card? One grain at a time).
 
Anyway, this image is from Cardwell, Montana, just east of the Continental Divide!  What you can't see in the photo is the plague-like horde of mosquitos that greeted my companions and I.  Fun, crazy times that witnessed me swatting at the vampires like a crazy person... to the great amusement of all those who were there to witness it.
 
Much love to y'all.  I miss you.
 
Dylan

"They've all come to look for America...."

Hello all,

I've just recently returned from a bit of rambling about and (as promised) will be posting some images very shortly. For those of you that follow this blog (ha!) send me a message if you'd to review any images of you prior to them being posted here for THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE.

I hope all is well out there for everyone in the great wide open.

Best,

Dylan

Letters from America- Pt 1 "Oh Ya..."

As I write this, I am recovering from a lengthy ride across part of America's heartland over the past 72 hours or so. Thus far I've seen and encountered a myriad of fascinating people. From Adam near Albany, to Sunshine in Amsterdam, to Billy and Paul outside of Syracuse, as well as Katie in Honeyoe Falls (I may have misspelled the name of that place where we so leisurely lingered).

All is well so far, I hope to have images, ideas, and observations up sometime this week.

Stay tuned

On the Road

To all my loyal followers (haha),

My ultimate plans for the summer have taken on a dramatic and dynamic transformation in these past few weeks.  Due a series of both unfortunate and fortunate events it appears that this reporter/journalist/wanderer is now taking up the opportunity to finally embrace that which he has been yearning for.  The road beckons as it always has.  Yet, at this moment I have at last accepted such an invitation to see, to listen, to hear, to suffer, and understand a few strands of the ancient ground that has long since felt our footprints.
I'll be sending dispatches of my encounters, wanderings, ramblings, gatherings, and illuminations (or attempts at such) as they present themselves before me.  Should you find me quite early one morning beneath a tree; on the banks of the river; turning beneath the green canopy; or huddled beside a small fire in the dark sanctity of the night I would very much enjoy such company beneath the windings of the wind; the west moon; and story-singing sea.
Best,
Dylan