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“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” 
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” 
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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Rootless Tree Photography stems from a great passion for the outdoors, travel and the open road. I’ve been fortunate to travel most of my life thanks in part to my incurable thirst for wanderlust, a family obsession with airline occupations, and an inherent gift for penny pinching that has proven key to long-term travel. In the last four years, I’ve lived in four different countries, registered 15 different phone numbers, and shed exactly one full-time career. I’ve had 30 official address changes (a few of which I’ve called home) and crossed beyond the borders of 33 countries.  I’m not running from the CIA, I swear, but you might say I am dodging monotony and most things ordinary. The open road is always calling, and it is where I feel most at home. The more I travel, the more I learn; the more I realize just how little I know. I believe life is a daring adventure, or nothing at all.

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For me, long stretches of travel often translate into a disconnect from the online world. Whether it be the remote confines of some foreign country or the comfort of my own “home” – internet eludes me. Though I partially blame my genes, which seem to repel technology. When I do stumble upon an unbridled torrent of wifi, I am usually faced with the dilemma of where to start, since weeks have passed, places and stories come and gone.

I have always envied those who write on the regular – meticulously maintaining their timeline and sharing stories in real time, chronologically and compellingly. I will always secretly wish for the same innate willpower and wifi – finding skills most travel writers seem to have. But until I master said skills, this corner of cyberspace will remain a hodgepodge collection of my travels. I can promise they won’t be in chronological order, nor will they be consistent. It may also be worth mention that I do not subscribe to most rules of grammar, and I have a strange aversion to capital letters and most punctuation in general.

I would like to say this travel blog has some profound purpose – maybe one day. For now, it is an effort to share my wanderings in raw format. The good, the bad and the ugly. I’ve often tried to explain my obsession with travel, and though the explanation has evolved over time, I realize now it is purely for the experience. Experience has prompted me to consider the purpose of traveling if the journey is never shared. So, these posts are for the people I meet along the way, the people I wish I could pack in a suitcase for every trip, people who want to travel, and people who live to travel.

 

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For me, long stretches of travel often translate into a disconnect from the online world. Whether it be the remote confines of some foreign country or the comfort of my own “home” – internet eludes me. Though I partially blame my genes, which seem to repel technology. When I do stumble upon an unbridled torrent of wifi, I am usually faced with the dilemma of where to start, since weeks have passed, places and stories come and gone.

I have always envied those who write on the regular – meticulously maintaining their timeline and sharing stories in real time, chronologically and compellingly. I will always secretly wish for the same innate willpower and wifi – finding skills most travel writers seem to have. But until I master said skills, this corner of cyberspace will remain a hodgepodge collection of my travels. I can promise they won’t be in chronological order, nor will they be consistent. It may also be worth mention that I do not subscribe to most rules of grammar, and I have a strange aversion to capital letters and most punctuation in general.

I would like to say this travel blog has some profound purpose – maybe one day. For now, it is an effort to share my wanderings in raw format. The good, the bad and the ugly. I’ve often tried to explain my obsession with travel, and though the explanation has evolved over time, I realize now it is purely for the experience. Experience has prompted me to consider the purpose of traveling if the journey is never shared. So, these posts are for the people I meet along the way, the people I wish I could pack in a suitcase for every trip, people who want to travel, and people who live to travel.

 

For me, long stretches of travel often translate into a disconnect from the online world. Whether it be the remote confines of some foreign country or the comfort of my own “home” – internet eludes me. Though I partially blame my genes, which seem to repel technology. When I do stumble upon an unbridled torrent of wifi, I am usually faced with the dilemma of where to start, since weeks have passed, places and stories come and gone.

I have always envied those who write on the regular – meticulously maintaining their timeline and sharing stories in real time, chronologically and compellingly. I will always secretly wish for the same innate willpower and wifi – finding skills most travel writers seem to have. But until I master said skills, this corner of cyberspace will remain a hodgepodge collection of my travels. I can promise they won’t be in chronological order, nor will they be consistent. It may also be worth mention that I do not subscribe to most rules of grammar, and I have a strange aversion to capital letters and most punctuation in general.

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“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars..” 
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars..” 
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

About Me

I would like to say this travel blog has some profound purpose – maybe one day. For now, it is an effort to share my wanderings in raw format. The good, the bad and the ugly. I’ve often tried to explain my obsession with travel, and though the explanation has evolved over time, I realize now it is purely for the experience. Experience has prompted me to consider the purpose of traveling if the journey is never shared. So, these posts are for the people I meet along the way, the people I wish I could pack in a suitcase for every trip, people who want to travel, and people who live to travel.