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Just west of New Bedford Massachusetts, lies a small farming town along a harbor with one entrance road. The entrance road stretches from 195 and runs straight down into Horseneck Beach State Reservation. A stop light here and there pauses your journey for brief moments of time with signs letting you know what districts you would be in if you decided to wander off. There isn’t much in Westport but homes, harbors, and farms, but what it holds at the end is a hidden gem in Massachusetts. Going through the rolling dunes of Horseneck and viewing the very Cape Codesque scenery of small trees and desert like brush the road ends at the calm Atlantic waters of Buzzards Bay. Taking a right you wind along the coast through a village of small cottages that are 3rd or 4th generation from storms taking out the originals. The actual only original structure is an old life saving barn that survived the Hurricane of ’38.

A man made barrier stretched out onto a small just of land named Gooseberry Island. If you were to look at a map it appears to be the entrance to Buzzards Bay as it almost aligns with Cuttyhunk, the last of the Elizabeth Islands.

The Island is small and incredibly rocky. A few walking paths bring you through low lying brush and reeds along the mixed sandy and rocky shore line. It lies fairly flat with the brush just below the vision so it appears to stretch out to infinity. The brush is thick and thorny, and reeds are thick and fill in great amounts of fresh water. Parking the car in the dirt parking lot Buzzards Bay Juts off to the left and to the right is the long coast of Rhode Island. A path starts towards the southern point of where you are allowed to park.

Entering on to the path you notice two large towers on the horizon. This lies the abandoned old World War II outposts placed by the Army at the start of WWII. They are the soul visual reference for anywhere that you venture to on the island. The path starts in the same texture as the parking lot, mixed of beach sand packed down from years of use and small stones and pebbles. The path meanders for about a half mile with mixed terrains from the packed sand, to beach sand, to old gravel. The wind cutting across the island and the feel of salt in the air makes you realize you are on the coast when at time you cannot see water on either side.From here on out I’ll let the photos do the talking

The larger of the two towers approaching on the path.

Graffiti now stands as the artwork on the side of the towers that lay abandoned for decades.

Perspective of how close they sat

Inside the larger tower

Walking past heading out to the beach

The towers a long the beach from furthest point on island.

I’m experimenting with black & whites… Please let me know what you think..

Wood’s Hole

Wood’s Hole

Nobska Light

Newcomb Hollow Beach

Fish Pier

Fish Pier

Grey’s Beach

Fish Pier

Entrance Road into Provincetown (click for full image)

Fish Pier

We all go places. Everyone gets up and gets in the car and hits the road. It could be to the market or away for the weekend. It could be to a family member’s house or to a friend’s party. We all have a destination at some point. What if we viewed our paths as adventures instead of just roads though? Would our eyes open up a bit more to our surrounding? Would we notice the intricacies of the paths we take?

Traveling takes us now fractions of the time it has in the past. Technology made the world smaller, but still the ends of the earth are further than we all think. It takes hours instead of days or months to travel thousands of miles, minutes instead of hours to travel 20-30 miles, and all of it seems so efficient.

In that efficiency, have we lost the ability to take in our surroundings and pay attention to every little detail on the roads we take every day?

Today I propose a challenge. Take the roads less traveled with no destination. Do it however you may, but somehow you must stay to the ground or water. Take everything in around you and experience Earth’s beauty, both naturally and human made. See how both either mend together or how construction doesn’t aesthetically please our eye or the environment. No matter what, it is all beauty. Find a different way home today, or get lost and enjoy all that is around you. Appreciate every curve in the road, and seek nothing but the thoughts in your head.

Our world has been made smaller by the technology in our infrastructure, but it doesn’t mean what is around us is larger than our being. The roads that connect our journeys connect our hearts to someplace that they may belong. Below is a few pictures of the Roads Less Traveled that I have been on.

Dirt Roads of the Mid-West bring small towns forgotten by time.

9,000 Feet Elevation on September 1st. equaled 5 straight hours of descending the Rocky Mountains coming out of Montana.

Miles of desert and mountains on all sides.

Long roads mix sustainability with ecology

It seems infinite, but there is an ending to every path

Not all of New Jersey is Toxic Waste…

So this is a road well traveled, but if you haven’t driven it, I highly recommend you should.

Some roads bring you feeling like you are moving at the speed of light.

Planto Utor Vestri Vicis.

Make the Most of Your Time. Everyone has a different definition for the value our lives hold. In short though, our lives are time, and in it’s most extreme, the time is measured in an hourglass. Nobody actually knows how much sand their hourglass holds and nobody knows when the sand will slowly funnel away to the bottom. Without the knowledge of our time of passing it is a human’s purpose to leave a mark on this earth. Our paths are all different and our souls wander in different directions, but in the end, the possibility of creating a legacy for the future to see and to appreciate is the main objective.

This does not mean winning a Nobel Peace Prize, or becoming the President of the United States. At the rawest form, your footprints left behind could be something in your own backyard. It can be the simplest message. We are given time as a gift to portray this message and leave are own time stamp for future generations in our family and friends to look back on. Make the most of your time while you reside on this planet and do not block others with different paths from their happiness. Accept others dreams and your dreams shall be made reality.

Below are a few images I shot in my wanderings trying to make the most of the valuable time that has been laid before us. I hope you enjoy.

Warm winter days in the Village in New York City. A day for a stroll through Washington Park and a rare scene of a lonely car less avenue in Manhattan

Driving down Route 66 at dusk through Arizona brought some mild boredom. Heat exhausted from driving through Nevada with no AC and the temperatures at well over 100 degrees made the mind weary. I saw the train coming one way at high speed as we were going the other way.

My sister decided that January would be a great time to move to Newburyport. We finished up the move and I went down to the mouth of the Merrimack River. I wanted to take a walk but this is as far down the boardwalk I got. The wind was frigid, but the light was right.

Mount Monadnock off on the horizon on a warm September day.

South Dakota brings long straight roads through rolling prairies with miles of wind blown fields. At times it reminds you of an ocean of land with wave motions in the prairie grass from the short gusts of wind. From a distance on the roads you can see what looks like a dog’s jaw on the horizon. As you get closer the jaws transform into amazing pillars of colored sand and stone. In a land of flat landscape, the range look more like temples and amazing creations.

Driving the upper peninsula of Michigan we came across a small town with a nice beach on Lake Michigan. The nice beach had a nice lighthouse. It was nice.

The idea was to leave the highway and wind our way around Lake Coeur D’Alene in Idaho to actually arrive in the resort town of Coeur D’Alene. Little did we know how large the lake was or how long it was going to take not actually being on a main road. We ran way past our deadline, but we made the most of the adventure with views like this.

Vast expanses of land protected and guarded by barb wire fence.

On our way home from Cleveland after a football game a detour through Pennsylvania was in order. Getting of the highway we tried to find Gravity Hill. Every barn had a stamp on it for Mail Pouch Tobacco.

Day breaks and the winds pick up outside the harbor. Check your plots and set the GPS to the fishing grounds. Leave with the fleet but break off and blaze your own trail in a land only nature can tame.

Warm sunny days, a blazing sun, and a pier to jump off. Some day’s that’s all you need.

Make the Most Of Your Time…

A name is usually a good place to start so that is where I shall begin. My name is Andrew, and most shorten it to Drew. I picked up my first camera when I was 17 years old, and what was then just a camera, is now my view finder to show others how I see the world. Every part of this planet portrays beauty, even in the pain. Our eyes see the lights and the movements of ever changing environments, and I enjoy freezing that environment with the clasp of the shutter. You cannot change an image captured and that moment lives on through your eyes and how you have taken the shot. Our world is ever changing and a photograph freezes that moment permanently. The only way we can ever retrieve that day is through our eyes.

Our Wandering Souls is a collection of these images. The name of the blog is personal. I am a wandering soul. I do not believe in settling down, but forever exploring. Whether it be in my own backyard or in a car wandering the country, my heart is behind a camera and exploring every aspect of our communities. We all have stories and I will portray them through glass onto the blog and through paper.

The name touches all human beings on this. All of our souls are different and yearn for different requirements to make our lives in one way or another fulfilled. All of our souls wander and wonder in the amazement that is our lives on a day to day basis.

I welcome you into my little spot on the interwebz to explore the imagery I have created throughout the years. I appreciate any and all comments. Prints at some point will be available upon request. I will let you know when this aspect of the blog is ready. I hope you enjoy the photos and the stories that go along with them.