Coastal Craving

Last Light

Outbound Ho!

What? You thought I was talking about prostitution? You have a dirty mind. However, I will say, lately, I’ve felt like a prostitute to the city. Last week I just needed to get away from my abusive pimp called San Francisco and liberate my mind from the trap factory. I took a trip down to Santa Cruz and found some loveliness here and there. There was life, a little death, and even some weird parrot/pug art. All beautiful in its own way. I came back to the city feeling a little more present in myself again. So do the same for yourself when you feel like an exploited slave to the grind.

– Coastal Rabbit


The Beast And Beauty

Finger Peek

Sometimes San Francisco Is Beautiful To Me

What a strange title? Most people who know me understand that I’m not a diehard fan of San Francisco or any major city for that matter. I find it quite ridiculous that we build towering skyscrapers to block out the sky and then spend our energy working to get to the top of the skyscrapers so that we can see the sky again. It’s absurd. The city has become a beast of a playland for the elite, but there is still beauty to be found in quiet moments here and there.


Final Thoughts On New York


New York In Stills

Here’s the last of my New York street life series. Rather melancholic, but that’s how I like things sometimes. The world isn’t all roses and laughter, but sometimes real and dirty. It’s good to see all sides and not become oblivious to one or the other.

– Real Rabbit

Twitter: @thewrenproject

Sky and Ground

New York Street Scene

Villainous NY

Walking The Streets Of New York

Another short post from me. One thing I love to do in cities is walk the streets and look at the walls, in between the cracks, and hidden nooks and crannies to find gems of street life and art. This is from my recent various hikes in New York. And enjoy the high five sequel video!

– Street Rabbit

Twitter: @thewrenproject

An Artist’s Playland

Sunrise and Sunset in Brooklyn

Simple post today. Just getting to uploading photos from my recent NY trip. Enjoy the pics below (more to come) and please check out the time lapse vid I made of this gorgeous sunrise.

– Sunny Rabbit

Twitter: @thewrenproject

Sunrise Over the Brooklyn Bridge

I had to wake up at 4am to capture this. Totally worth it!

Sunset Over The East River

Since my sister lives in Brooklyn and sees this all the time, she was quite unimpressed. 🙂



Rusted Silence

Cracked Skin

Not Much…

…to say today. We don’t always have to share our thoughts and opinions. Sometimes we can just sit in a rusted space thinking upon beginnings and endings. Impermanence. Back to writing.

– Chill Rabbit

Bonneville Mudway


Dreamy Bonneville

[Turn on 1080p HD in full screen for the video. Trust me.]

I spent the final leg of my journey westward pushing through northern Utah and Nevada. I didn’t get a chance to stop the first time through the Bonneville Salt Flats because I was on a speed demon schedule to get to Nebraska. On the way back I decided to treat myself to one final night out in solitary nature and take in a personal sunrise. What I got still has me in awe to this day.

Some of you may be familiar with the Bonneville Salt Flats. It’s where the famous Bonneville Speedway is where they set vehicular speed records during the dry season. I came back during the wet season so I didn’t get to careen across the salty desert floor. It was basically a giant mud trap when I got there, but still gorgeous all the same. I felt like testing my newly found time lapse video skills and set up the tripod for the night while I slept in my car on the side of the only road in and out of the flats. It was fairly cloudy, so the sunset was hidden behind cloud cover, but still awesome to be a part of just the same. In the distance were whirling dirt devils blowing across the lonely field of salt. After sundown I decided to turn in for the night to wake up early and catch the sunrise. I figured I would get the same massive cloud cover in the morning. As I woke up and groggily stumbled around outside, I noticed a thin layer of water had taken over the entire region. It created a magnificent reflection of the quiet and desolate landscape. I couldn’t help but stare like a dumbfounded fool at the absolute beauty of it all. After several minutes, I came to my senses and quickly setup the tripod to capture what has to be one of the most epic sunrises I have ever witnessed in my 39 years on this great earth. As the sun slowly began to ascend, the reflection on the water created a double sunrise like two bright diamonds pushing their light into each other. This was the perfect epitome of what my trip was about; to be in solitary beauty with the world around me. I couldn’t have asked for a better gift to end my trip.

Thank you Mother Nature.

– Rabbit In Gracious Gratitude


Moab Nomad

My Road

Just Me And The Road

As I inched closer and closer to the golden west coast, I decided to take one more swipe through Southern Utah to see what I had missed the first time through. It turns out I had missed nothing…glorious nothing. The road had become an empty wonderland, just me and unbound nature as far as the eye could see. No city lights or city folk to plague my way. No fast food chains or cheap ware stores dotting the horizon. No large tankers filled with the infernal noise of loud families and obnoxious drivers. Just the sound of my tires gripping the endless road to remind me that even I was an intruder in this pristine landscape.

I would typically share my route, but this is one of the few times where I ‘m going to keep mum on my secret drive. A man has to be able to have some solitary places that are sacred only to him or at least as few others as possible. Sorry, folks. Them’s the breaks.

I eventually made it into the city of Moab, famous for the nearby Arches National Park and other lesser known sites. I found a local hostel, The Lazy Lizard, and decided to spend a few days there while I explored the nearby parks and got my hike on. It’s rather apropos that The Lazy Lizard was given such a name. It’s a cozy little hostel where passers through and locals can kick up their feet and relax after a long day of hiking and getting blasted by the sun. It’s also where I met some of the laziest employees ever known to man. I’m still not sure exactly what anyone working there did besides enjoy the copious amounts of food…and weed…that was being shared by guests. This isn’t a knock on anyone there as they did make my stay pleasant and enjoyable. The place is this vortex of anarchic good will, except with great housekeeping. Don’t go there looking for 5 star hotel service, instead you will get an authentic laid back experience and at the same time make some great new friends and hear some great travel stories. Thumbs up for experience. Thumbs sideways for noise control after hours.

I spent most of my hiking days at Arches National Park. Once you reach the visitors center, it’s another 30 – 40 minute drive into the park itself to reach the Devil’s Playground hiking trail. There are a number of other trails along the way that I visited, including the trail to Delicate Arch, but Devil’s Playground was the main attraction. It receives the most tourists. However, if you’re willing to go onto the deeper trails past where most tourists stop and turn back, you will be treated to a landscape like none other I have seen. Perhaps, it was the time of year, but I often found myself alone on the deeper trail and it was bliss. Without all the distracting noise of other people’s activities, I was able to take in the serenity and rustling the landscape had to offer. I often thought to myself it wouldn’t be too bad to hike into the deep wilderness and just remain out there never to return. It was the allure of the wild. A romantic notion for sure, but not easily dismissed.

Delicate Arch was a bit busier, since it’s a major attraction. I had made the mistake of visiting on a Friday afternoon instead of during the week when less people would visit, so the site was being bombarded with the usual spread of respectful hikers and obnoxious tourists. It’s about a mile hike in and I spent half a day there to watch the sun arch over the horizon. As the sun set, I noticed a massive crowd begin to form near the entrance to the area. It was unnerving to me to hear how rude everyone was being towards travelers who wanted a close up shot of the arch. Anytime someone was getting a nice picture in near the arch the crowd would hiss and boo and yell to get out of the way so they could get their pristine shot of the sun setting. It seemed to me to defeat the purpose of the whole experience, but what do I know? I decided at one point I had had enough and trolled the unruly onlookers back by making them the subject of my photos. The subversive nature of my act seemed to register with some as they got my point and settled down a bit. As the sun finally made its final descent I decided to hightail it out of there before the mass exodus. Here’s a time lapse of my day there. Surprisingly, it took 5 hours of photos just to make a 30 second time lapse vid. Make sure you set the video at 1080p HD.

I’ll be making my way back to Moab soon as it holds a special place in my heart…and I suppose I’ll be nice and share some photos from the trip 🙂

– Sharing Rabbit

A Little Bit Of Me Time

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away…

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away

That’s No Moon…

My road trip lasted nearly 5 months. Driving out east during the spring and summer was a completely different journey compared to driving back west in the fall. It was like driving through two different worlds, two galaxies far away from each other. I’ll admit the summer route was no picnic. I’m not a big fan of heat and, damn!, was it hot out in the midwest. There was the occasional thunder and lightning storm to soothe the sweltering sweat land, but those didn’t happen enough in my opinion. One of my favorite moments was sitting in a parking lot in St. Charles, Missouri and watching a furious lightning storm break all around me. It was massive. It was loud. It was glorious. Unfortunately, I was so in awe that it didn’t occur to me to capture any decent footage of the carnage. Moments like those are forever seared into the brainspace. Fortunately, the summer months don’t last too long out there in the wee wilds and fall was right around the corner. By the time I got back from Denmark, it was time to head back to good ol’ Cali (in case you’re going, “Huh, Denmark?”, I took a short detour to Denmark at one point).

The fall drive was absolutely mesmerizing and gorgeous. Every day brought new color changes in the surrounding foliage and forests. Even the textures of the mountainsides shifted depending on the moisture in the air. It was the drive that I had been seeking. Not to say the summer drive wasn’t spectacular in its own right, but…damn heat! Anyways, as I closed in on the borders of my home (?) state, I happened upon Deeth Starr Valley in Nevada. I drove past the sign, did a cranial double take, stopped the car and drove back to look at the sign and make sure I had seen that right. Yep. I saw right. The sign was even pointing upwards. Had I warped into some bizarro space-faring world? I was half expecting to see a Jawa sandcrawler in the distance. If you squint, you can just make out where they’re building the 3rd Death Star. I think they need another espionage master because misspelling the name of the most gigantic weapon known to man isn’t exactly misleading anyone. So, I guess our galaxies aren’t too far away from each other after all. Stay tuned for my Utah trip post…

– Red Rabbit Standing By

Views Upon Views

Just Hanging Around

Basking in Hydro Glory

Basking in Hydro Glory

That Time I Just Hung Around

I left the flatness of the mid-west and headed into the peaks of Colorado. After a brief night stop in Denver, I decided I needed to get my hike on. I greatly enjoyed driving through the endless plains of Kansas, but I really needed an elevated challenge to get the heart rate up. I should have been careful in what I asked for.

Colorado is well known for its plethora of hiking trails and national parks. I decided to stay on my route and hit Hanging Lake along the way into Utah. Hanging Lake is a gorgeous cliffside lake hidden in the mountains along Interstate 70. To get there, you have to take a vertical 1 mile hike. This isn’t your casual multi-switchback hike. It’s a tough uphill battle from the get go. I had spent several weeks in flatland and my hiking legs weren’t exactly trained for the hike, but I pummeled through it anyways. I paid the physical consequences: altitude migraine and slight dehydration, but it was all worth it for the breathtaking view of the lake and its mossy falls. It was also good to shock my body out of complacency and feel the rapid blood course through my body, reminding me of life’s good graces and lift the shadow of lethargy from my heart.

Hanging Lake is also where I decided to toy around with my first time lapse video. Not perfect, but enjoy.

– Alive Rabbit

Hanging Lake

That Gorgeous and Terrible Hike