Here lies Cameron Mayer. Formerly at odds with the Smokies, now no longer. He shall rest easy with the mountains, as it was inevitable...

On the fringes of the "civilized" desert and at the corner of the hottest, driest place in the world is a place where that which is...

The clouds roll in, emblazoned by the yawning sunrise. Lighthearted wisps of flames spreading overhead from the East. Vestiges of the...

As the evening makes its final farewells heard clearly, ringing through the fields, the canyons, the hills. As the daylight drains out of...

Late afternoon light in a subalpine meadow, a feeling of ecstasy washes over me while the Aspens wave in concert, nothing else matters...

Map of my study area, the Morongo Basin, situated within southern California (graciously created by fellow CSULB Geography MA grad...

This poem, based jointly on my experience and the unique history of the Angel's Flight railway, is written experimentally, in the format...

Recently I journeyed over to the Arts District in Downtown Los Angeles with the intention of checking out the newly opened 6th Street...

I briefly visited this enclave tucked away in the core of Los Angeles on a bright, hot Monday - July 18th, 2022. Even on a weekday,...

13,065 ft. High in the Snake Range - It took four years for the moment of triumph to come. An incidental exercise in delayed...

Literal painted hills! Vibrant colors come alive in this one. A dream farmhouse for sure. Random cattle fencing abutting a wildflower...

There was a time during my eight year long stay in Long Beach in which I would go to the beach nearly every single night. Late at night....

… Limitless? A matter of debate, certainly. The two-lane highway follows the horizon: imperceptibly stretching into the ether. The Great...

Rising silently over the 110 freeway the Elysian hills a void in the otherwise bright cityscape an Angel waits watching, meticulously...

Apologies for any incorrect identifications/classifications. I did not yet have a ready way of accomplishing this task in the field. Also...

I can't say where it is, but it's magical. Just off the road and below a bridge. Not the famous Bridge to Nowhere. Just some...

Hear that sound? It's the wind meandering its way through existence. With the light gracing the Olive trees, just this moment and none...

Dear Los Angeles, I’m writing to let you know that I love you. Deeply and unabashed. Not at first sight, but over time, with miles logged...

From Santa Monica on a Sunday in June. Montana street is alive With a steady energy That only Sunday may bring. People and their dogs...

A comic about life, not just superheroes! This book has resonated with me since the first time I read it in the Fall of 2017, and until I...