I like to think of this as my last free summer.
So, free I shall be.

In twenty-four hours I will make the 416.78 mile journey back to the home in which I grew up on the south shore of Long Island. After that, the world is completely open.

I have no idea where I will go this summer. I have no idea as to what my eyes may see, my ears may hear, or my body may feel. All I know is that my camera will be with me the entire way. Together we will chronicle my wandering one footstep, gallon of gas and shutter click at a time.

I have no agenda.
I am making no plans.
I am just going.
I am living.