All in Life

A Northern Soul Goes South

As I sit here writing this in south Florida—gazing up at peaceful palm trees dancing in the breeze—I ask myself again, why make camp in the arctic tundra? Why return to the subzero-forecast awaiting me when I could stay here dog-paddling in an 85-degree swimming pool surrounded by tropical trees?

An Introduction

Is it sad that I require public accountability to consistently do something that brings me creative delight? That is essentially why I am here, vowing to document and share my adventures for all to see.