There exists a particular harmony in the foothills that cradle the base of great mountains—a transitional space where civilization gradually yields to wilderness. Gresham, Oregon embodies this concept...
Standing atop the Continental Divide overlooking Butte, Montana, I found myself caught between two worlds—much like my own cultural heritage. Below me sprawled the remnants of America's copper mining...
The first time I ventured beyond the fairytale façade of Neuschwanstein Castle into Bavaria's alpine wilderness, I felt an immediate kinship with the landscape. These mountains, though distinctly Euro...
Standing at the edge of Lake Champlain last summer, I found myself drawn to the silhouette of mountains rising beyond Burlington's charming streets. The Green Mountains of Vermont possess a distinct c...
The Netherlands may be renowned for its flat landscapes and endless horizons, but as someone who finds solace in elevation, I've discovered that the Dutch terrain holds subtle surprises worth explorin...
Standing at the edge of Kaptai Lake as dawn breaks over Rangamati, I'm struck by the profound ma — that perfect negative space between the mountains and their reflection in the still water. Banglade...
Standing at the edge of Vatnajökull National Park, with the ancient ice cap stretching before me like a frozen sea, I felt that familiar duality that has defined much of my life—the Japanese concept o...
Standing at the summit of Mount Pico as dawn breaks over the Atlantic, I'm reminded of my childhood hikes near Osaka—that familiar feeling of achievement mingled with humility before nature's grandeur...