Bermuda is about 20 square miles, and made up of over 100 islands. In the middle of the North Atlantic Ocean and surrounded by treacherous reefs, it’s a place rich with stories.
Bermuda’s history is fascinating, and every person we met and chatted with — taxi drivers, waiters, residents — was so knowledgeable and proud of this history. They are all storytellers, telling tales of seafaring and discovery, from the first Spanish explorer who reached Bermuda’s shores in the early 1500s — and ultimately did not settle because he feared it was an island of devils — to the 1609 shipwreck of the Sea Venture, a British ship on its way to Jamestown, Virginia, that separated from its fleet during a hurricane.
A small set of photographs from Kailua on Oahu’s Windward Coast. Warning: lots of beach snapshots to follow!
Photographs from two days in Macau.
Images from the past several days on Hong Kong Island, from Sheung Wan to Victoria Peak.
I was drawn to Valletta’s most accessible bits: sloping streets, bright doors, old letterboxes, and red pillar boxes.
The street colors of Vittoriosa, an old fortified city in Malta.
Some snapshots from the old town of Valletta, Malta.
I love this part of Northern California, from the Mendocino coast to Anderson Valley: a more remote, untamed version of Sonoma County. We’re now considering the area for our future tiny house location.
This weekend, we explored the Point Reyes peninsula, about thirty miles northwest of San Francisco — paddling in bioluminescent Tomales Bay, eating oysters in Marshall, and wandering in Point Reyes Station.
Just returned from a quick trip to the UK. I’ve visited England more and more over the past several years, and while there’s always something new to explore, it’s begun to feel less foreign, and more like another version of home.