August 10, 2014
Modern day society has no place for those of us who have no desire to be leaders and refuse to be simply led. There are a few places left on this earth that allows us curious wanderers and rejects of the world to be free and live anonymously to learn and develop our true self and accept one’s purest form of identity. We can only have one perfect relationship in life, and that’s with ourself; once we’ve learned to accept and love all our imperfections. Not enough love in the world these days, folks…to all my fellow loners, misfits, and dreamers…it’s time for a revolution of consciousness.

Modern day society has no place for those of us who have no desire to be leaders and refuse to be simply led. There are a few places left on this earth that allows us curious wanderers and rejects of the world to be free and live anonymously to learn and develop our true self and accept one’s purest form of identity. We can only have one perfect relationship in life, and that’s with ourself; once we’ve learned to accept and love all our imperfections. Not enough love in the world these days, folks…to all my fellow loners, misfits, and dreamers…it’s time for a revolution of consciousness.

August 5, 2014
"Just choose one, Moseman…both will you lead you somewhere". At a crossroads where I don’t have a legal permit to be, only 2 buses passing a day, 1 liter of water remaining, eating emergency food rations, and extended time at that altitude was causing horrendous physical effects, I was predicting my demise…you don’t have time to sit at a crossroads examining the paths to see which seems to show a history of more travel or kicking dirt around trying to forsee what will be at the end of each road. It’s not about the path we choose in life, it’s about making a choice and then cycling through with conviction, passion, dedication, free thought, and open heart. It’s not what route you choose that matters, it’s how you live through the journey that you felt was the "right"one at that moment. People say they are "lost", no, they aren’t…they have chosen not to choose…they haven’t yet begun their journey. How can you be lost in life when you aren’t even living? This ain’t the gospel…just the inner-ramblings of a long-distance-lunatic-cyclist on a saga with skies in the eyes and a fiery heart that rules my journey. 

"Just choose one, Moseman…both will you lead you somewhere". At a crossroads where I don’t have a legal permit to be, only 2 buses passing a day, 1 liter of water remaining, eating emergency food rations, and extended time at that altitude was causing horrendous physical effects, I was predicting my demise…you don’t have time to sit at a crossroads examining the paths to see which seems to show a history of more travel or kicking dirt around trying to forsee what will be at the end of each road. It’s not about the path we choose in life, it’s about making a choice and then cycling through with conviction, passion, dedication, free thought, and open heart. It’s not what route you choose that matters, it’s how you live through the journey that you felt was the "right"one at that moment. People say they are "lost", no, they aren’t…they have chosen not to choose…they haven’t yet begun their journey. How can you be lost in life when you aren’t even living? This ain’t the gospel…just the inner-ramblings of a long-distance-lunatic-cyclist on a saga with skies in the eyes and a fiery heart that rules my journey. 

August 3, 2014
Hours spent sitting along the banks of Namucuo, the highest (alpine) lake on Earth, watching the current bring the most crystal clear water to my feet. Complete silence except for a single heartbeat, the pulsing of my own blood, and the water gently rolling and crashing to accompany the beat of my own rhythm. No one around for as far as eyes could see, small schools of fish in the water, massive coal black ravens along the bank tending to themselves, and insects skimming across the surface. The waters and skies merging into one along the horizon, no longer able to differentiate between earth and the heavens. We are one and at the mercy of it all. 

Hours spent sitting along the banks of Namucuo, the highest (alpine) lake on Earth, watching the current bring the most crystal clear water to my feet. Complete silence except for a single heartbeat, the pulsing of my own blood, and the water gently rolling and crashing to accompany the beat of my own rhythm. No one around for as far as eyes could see, small schools of fish in the water, massive coal black ravens along the bank tending to themselves, and insects skimming across the surface. The waters and skies merging into one along the horizon, no longer able to differentiate between earth and the heavens. We are one and at the mercy of it all. 

July 22, 2014
Speaking to the neighbors during an evening stroll through the gardens along the edge of the Pamirs, before breaking fast for Ramadan.
In Tajikistan, you can encounter villages predominately of women and children, as many men are working out of the country such as in Russia. I’m not sure if there many other places I’ve felt so safe and welcomed, by all.
Earlier in the day, this older woman had insisted on giving me a bath. As I’m standing in the mud packed wash room, modestly with all my undergarments on, she insists I take EVERYTHING off and get in the tub. I’m always up for an adventure and experience and this surely was…and will never be forgotten.
Later the women, children, and I would dance in a room together and that evening I would share a room with her and the youngest boy in this photo.

Speaking to the neighbors during an evening stroll through the gardens along the edge of the Pamirs, before breaking fast for Ramadan.

In Tajikistan, you can encounter villages predominately of women and children, as many men are working out of the country such as in Russia. I’m not sure if there many other places I’ve felt so safe and welcomed, by all.

Earlier in the day, this older woman had insisted on giving me a bath. As I’m standing in the mud packed wash room, modestly with all my undergarments on, she insists I take EVERYTHING off and get in the tub. I’m always up for an adventure and experience and this surely was…and will never be forgotten.

Later the women, children, and I would dance in a room together and that evening I would share a room with her and the youngest boy in this photo.

June 24, 2014
Zorna stands next to her husband in a slum camp developed for garment workers near Dhaka, Bangladesh. February 2014
This young woman is approximately 25 years old and has resided here for the last 10 years. The young couple has one son together that lives with extended family in their hometown of Jamalpur-Sherpur. I was told that the two must reside in separate quarters of the camp, as men and women are separated to prevent problems from arising.
This portrait received an Honorable Mention from the 2014 Professional Women Photographers Open Call.

Zorna stands next to her husband in a slum camp developed for garment workers near Dhaka, Bangladesh. February 2014

This young woman is approximately 25 years old and has resided here for the last 10 years. The young couple has one son together that lives with extended family in their hometown of Jamalpur-Sherpur. I was told that the two must reside in separate quarters of the camp, as men and women are separated to prevent problems from arising.

This portrait received an Honorable Mention from the 2014 Professional Women Photographers Open Call.

April 15, 2014
Tibetan girl poses, inside the tent used for cooking and food preparation.
If you have an iPhone/iPad/mobile device. There is a free eBook available for download of selected images from Tibet. It’s a free download until Friday, April 18th 2012
Visit: http://store.blurb.com/ebooks/469448-life-on-the-tibetan-plateau

Tibetan girl poses, inside the tent used for cooking and food preparation.

If you have an iPhone/iPad/mobile device. There is a free eBook available for download of selected images from Tibet. It’s a free download until Friday, April 18th 2012

Visit: http://store.blurb.com/ebooks/469448-life-on-the-tibetan-plateau

April 13, 2014
A written piece and published images from Tibet were featured in the annual Brooks Bugle for 2014. You can download, and read the entire article at: http://issuu.com/brooksengland/docs/bugle-2014
www.wandercyclist.com

A written piece and published images from Tibet were featured in the annual Brooks Bugle for 2014. You can download, and read the entire article at: http://issuu.com/brooksengland/docs/bugle-2014

www.wandercyclist.com

April 9, 2014
Bangladesh is noted for having some of the worst traffic and road conditions in the world. What is astonishing is that young men risk their life on tractors, on top of buses, hanging off of “people movers” which is like a covered pickup truck, to move around the country. Often to go to work and earn about a $1 a day. I guess it’s true what they say, “desperate measures for desperate times.”
Rarely I saw smiles of the men on these types of autos and it wasn’t until I rolled down a window and showed my face they would flash their beautiful smiles.

Bangladesh is noted for having some of the worst traffic and road conditions in the world. What is astonishing is that young men risk their life on tractors, on top of buses, hanging off of “people movers” which is like a covered pickup truck, to move around the country. Often to go to work and earn about a $1 a day. I guess it’s true what they say, “desperate measures for desperate times.”

Rarely I saw smiles of the men on these types of autos and it wasn’t until I rolled down a window and showed my face they would flash their beautiful smiles.

April 6, 2014
A man weighs garlic and roots at a local market in Bogura, Bangladesh.

A man weighs garlic and roots at a local market in Bogura, Bangladesh.

March 29, 2014
A young girl poses near the banks of the Jamuna river, Bangladesh.

A young girl poses near the banks of the Jamuna river, Bangladesh.

March 24, 2014
View from inside a silodrome, also known as The Wall of Death.
Spectators in northern Bangladesh await for the show to begin. Men will stunt ride motorbikes, usually 200cc or smaller, on this track. It’s one of the best shows anyone will witness in their lifetime.

View from inside a silodrome, also known as The Wall of Death.

Spectators in northern Bangladesh await for the show to begin. Men will stunt ride motorbikes, usually 200cc or smaller, on this track. It’s one of the best shows anyone will witness in their lifetime.

March 23, 2014
Portrait of a brick factory laborer in Bangladesh. These men tend to the kilns, which is one of the most dangerous part of the brick making process. They stand on top of the kiln and continually pour coal into the furnace. These kilns have been known to collapse while the bricks are firing. 

Portrait of a brick factory laborer in Bangladesh. These men tend to the kilns, which is one of the most dangerous part of the brick making process. They stand on top of the kiln and continually pour coal into the furnace. These kilns have been known to collapse while the bricks are firing. 

March 22, 2014
A woman and child walk along the banks of a lake in northwestern Bangladesh. Bangladesh faces many environmental issues dealing with water. Flooding during the rainy season along the southern shore and then also lowering water levels of the lakes. The low level effects agriculture and transportation.

A woman and child walk along the banks of a lake in northwestern Bangladesh. Bangladesh faces many environmental issues dealing with water. Flooding during the rainy season along the southern shore and then also lowering water levels of the lakes. The low level effects agriculture and transportation.

March 6, 2014
Girls will be girls, everywhere in the world.
Teen Uyghur girls take a break after an afternoon of chai and dancing. Songs ranged from American pop stars like Ke$ha to traditional Uyghur and some tunes from Central Asia.
Through thousands of miles of travel and the dozens and dozens of dance parties I’ve been involved in…I’m beginning to believe that dance could bring the entire world together in peace. The laughter and love that comes through dance overcomes culture, religion, and language.
Until the next dance party…rock on.

Girls will be girls, everywhere in the world.

Teen Uyghur girls take a break after an afternoon of chai and dancing. Songs ranged from American pop stars like Ke$ha to traditional Uyghur and some tunes from Central Asia.

Through thousands of miles of travel and the dozens and dozens of dance parties I’ve been involved in…I’m beginning to believe that dance could bring the entire world together in peace. The laughter and love that comes through dance overcomes culture, religion, and language.

Until the next dance party…rock on.

December 4, 2013
Where the borders of Sichuan, Tibet, and Qinghai meet…after cycling up to 5020m. July 2011

Where the borders of Sichuan, Tibet, and Qinghai meet…after cycling up to 5020m. July 2011

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