Our journey begins in Sainte-Mère-Eglise, where on the night of Monday June 5th, 1944, 30 paratroopers would make their landing as Operation Overlord would commence.

It's January the 13th, 2023, and for the past week or so my emotions have overtaken me. Like an avalanche cascading down the side of a mountain, grief, fear, and questions have come crashing down. It's a slide that swallows me up from time to time, but one in which I've learned to ride. 

Here you have a photograph that sums up my very long drive through the Peace Garden State of North Dakota. Oh yeah, that doing uncomfortable things, turns out it’s true after-all.

When people ask me where I'm from, I normally say the Jersey shore. The reaction I get is, "you don't look like the Jersey Shore!" Newsflash, those people don't represent where I originally come from.

Looking back, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't being stupid trying to capture this sunset over the lake photograph, but I felt close enough to safety, that I went for it anyways.

Ten minutes from where I reside, Ousel falls splashes down. It took me a little over a year to go there and finally visit. She roared in anger, as recent rainfall and melting snowpack took hold of the Gallatin River. I watched over the previous days, as the Gallatin rose to near record heights. Little did I know that just about 2 hours to the southeast, the Yellowstone River was also rising to an unprecedented level.