humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Mexican clay
Objectively speaking, I had not done much significantly meaningful with my camera for a long time, I had been travelling around Europe, Asia and Australia and although I was happy with the visual aesthetics my photos showed, I could not recall much magic in the moments captured. I was homesick and I needed to do something about it, I needed to recharge.
By Fabiola Camacho5 years ago in Wander
The Road Within My Past
Anytime I think about my hometown, I feel nostalgic because there are lots of memories from, my childhood to my adolescence that holds me to my hometown. I grew up in A small town on the outskirts of San Antonio Texas, and New Braunfels Texas. My hometown is A beautiful small town very quiet full of children running around playing laughing. When something good happens the town would gather and celebrate as a community and if A tragedy happened the town would get together do what we could to help. The name of my hometown is Schertz Texas.
By Daphne Sutherlun5 years ago in Wander
The City That Never Sleeps
Welcome To Las Vegas Sign Las Vegas is one of those cities that is so popular and visited so frequently that its taken for granted. The buildings and lights are shown in movies or talked about in songs. Its always represented by gambling, shows, and loosely clad women, but our city is so much more than that. While those things do exist in the city that never sleeps there's also a lot more hidden in between.
By Blue Dymond5 years ago in Wander
Suburban Myth
Saturday mornings are arguably the busiest time of the week. The farmers markets are bustling with couples buying their locally grown produce and handmade soaps. The soccer fields roar as crowds of families cheer on their players. As you drive through the countless neighborhoods, the smell of fresh cut grass creeps in through the window. It sounds like a suburban myth, but its exactly what draws the droves of new families moving in weekly: The sense of togetherness and pride in the community. There is a reason it was ranked number two in the nation for safety and places to raise a family and you can get lost in the euphoria of that bubble.
By Kristen Lantz 5 years ago in Wander
Welcome to Little Haiti, Miami
Living in New York was always where I wanted to be—with its skyscrapers, shopping and nonstop activities. However, much of the time, there’s nowhere I would rather be than right back home again. Enjoying the pristine, white sand beaches and Miami’s tropical weather. At least, that is the part that everyone recognizes. For myself, however, Little Haiti, which is also located in Miami, is much more than that.
By Queenie Reigns5 years ago in Wander
Michigan Made
It's almost funny to me, to talk about a place you can say you know like the back of your hand. Growing up in Michigan it becomes too literal when you hold up your hand to show someone where you come from. It's called the mitten state for a reason though, isn't it? But it's more than that, it's home.
By Danielle Marie5 years ago in Wander
Losing the fear of traveling in times of COVID-19
As I write this article, I am in Terminal 2 of the Cancun International Airport (CUN). It was hard to get back, but I have never had such an intimate reunion. I felt safe, the company Cancun Airport Transportation, took me to the airport and I mention it, because it is also one of the many affected by the economic crisis in this sector.
By Victor Sánchez Ojeda5 years ago in Wander
Gem of The Pacific Northwest
Gem Of the Pacific Northwest North Bend, Oregon We all live in a metaphorical snow globe. Now, before I get tarred and feathered as some sort of conspiracy theorist, let me explain. Our snow globe is our scope of understanding of the world surrounding us. The more of the world and people you meet and experience, the larger your snow globe grows. The theory invites exploration and travel with the byproduct being growth and evolution. My snow globe began in North Bend, Oregon.
By Tom kerins5 years ago in Wander
The Sahara
The blazing sun evaporates all water in sight. No sign of life has been seen for hours. His feet vibrate with every step; his blue eyes surrounded by dirt, fair skin turning red, brown hair peeking from a button down shirt wrapped around his head. Not knowing where he is going or why; he slows his pace walking up to an old abandoned boat. Halfway buried in sand, he finds his way in.
By Dominique Taylor5 years ago in Wander
