"I like the dust that cakes my legs in the summer on the dirt roads back home I like the rivers of sweat that course through the dirt, darkening it, turning it to mud I like the noise of summer The cicadas, crickets, and frogs never take a breath. I like it when my body, my clothes, and my bike return home filthy I like the salt that crusts my jersey and shorts and face It means I rode my bike. I like riding my bike."
by Jered Gruber
My sisters and I were told of a magnificent Redwood forest that grows up in Big Sur in California. Without a map and without a guide we set off in search of it. What we found was more beautiful than anything. The trees were as tall as giants and they were hidden by secretive mountains covered in a misty blanket. We saw only a few souls seeking the solitude (or the company) of those trees and so we made it our little playground. To explore and to photograph. One day I will go back…
Truly one of the best.
Jasper | Ryan Matthew