As we creaked out of New Orleans on the Amtrak Crescent train, we happened to stop beside this massive cemetery just as the sun was crawling over the horizon and flooding through these above ground crypts. All I can say is – hauntingly beautiful.

Ever since I was a young boy, I have been drawn to New Orleans. There is something about the city that I am pulled towards; a vibrant energy that calls to me every time I see photos of it, or like a siren song calling me when I hear jazz music in the streets blaring out lively tunes.

On a windswept winters day while wandering Washington D.C. I paused to admire the giant obelisk that is one of our most well-known national monuments. The haze was thick enough to blot out the sun, and it looked as if the tree’s skeleton silhouette was grasping it.

Lately I have been raving about the new purchase of my first ever DSLR camera. My just received Canon Rebel T4i and I had our first date recently with a stroll around the gorgeous Union Station.