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A Colombian man in Santa Marta sells team shirts during the 2014 World Cup

Colombia’s Caribbean Coast. a great place to relax

Hi. I’m Greg Goodman

Photographic Storyteller • Entrepreneur • Truthsayer • Dad

@Adventures of a GoodMan, I use my travel archives to help fuel wanderlust – while creating new art that reflects my current life’s journey.

@Goodman Creatives, I help business owners get more clients with ease and flow through a mix of web design, marketing, and coaching.

@Greg Goodman, I dedicate myself to radical honesty on social media, giving voice to the internal struggles we all face — but seldom talk of.

A Journey Awaits

Adventures of a GoodMan is the graphic novel of my life and the next chapter is still being written.

Here are 4 good places to start your journey.

Sri Lanka Train Ride - Ella

PHOTOGRAPHY

Imagery from 14 years of world travel

Sunrise at the Golden Temple in Amritsar, India

STORYTELLING

Travel guides, journals & photo essays

Monk sunrise in Bagan, Burma

GRATITUDE

28-days of thank you’s and honest reflections

10,000 Thai lanterns go off in one giant wish at the Yi Peng festival in Chiang Mai

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adventuresofagoodman

Sep 16

Would you believe me if I told you this was a fig tree?!⁣
⁣
Well, it is!⁣
⁣
A ginormous fig tree at the Kandy Botanical Gardens in Sri Lanka.⁣
⁣
Wild, huh?!

Would you believe me if I told you this was a fig tree?!⁣
⁣
Well, it is!⁣
⁣
A ginormous fig tree at the Kandy Botanical Gardens in Sri Lanka.⁣
⁣
Wild, huh?! ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 15

I turned my phone off for 8 hours yesterday.

It felt like 8 years.

In the middle of the day, I decided I wanted no distractions.

Just quality time with my family.

With the exception of an off the grid camping trip in June, I don’t know the last day that I’ve had my phone off for that long.

In the beginning, I tried counting all the times I thought about going to check it.

I lost count pretty quickly.

It was actually amazing to witness my mind.

A moment of nothing going on?

I should check my phone.

My kids want to do something that doesn’t really excite me?

I should check my phone.

Need a distraction but can’t use my phone?

I should get a snack.

I have to go to the bathroom?

Where’s my phone?

30 seconds to myself while Carrie and the kids are on the deck?

You guessed it, I thought about my phone.

“Oh my gosh. I have a great idea for a post. It’s going to be about what life is like without my phone. If only I had my phone to dictate it.”

“Will I be able to remember this post later?”

“Maybe I should turn my phone back on.”

“Just for long enough to dictate this post.”

Spoiler alert - this is the post - and I did indeed remember it 8 hours later.

At one point, the kids wanted to listen to music.

I told him my phone was off because daddy wanted to be present with them.

Luna, my two-year-old, brought my phone over from the counter, handed it to me, and said here you go daddy.

Neither of them truly understood.

“Just turn your phone on dada”

Yet, both of them are always telling me to get off my phone.

At this point, you may be nodding your head thinking, “this sounds like my life.”

Or, you may be thinking, “Greg clearly has a technology addiction.”

Maybe it’s a combo of both.

I fully admit that I am addicted to technology.

I have been for decades.

Web design has been my passion for 25 years.

I have multiple online businesses.

As a photographer and storyteller, everything I do involves a screen.

»»» CONTINUED IN COMMENTS

I turned my phone off for 8 hours yesterday.

It felt like 8 years.

In the middle of the day, I decided I wanted no distractions.

Just quality time with my family.

With the exception of an off the grid camping trip in June, I don’t know the last day that I’ve had my phone off for that long.

In the beginning, I tried counting all the times I thought about going to check it.

I lost count pretty quickly.

It was actually amazing to witness my mind.

A moment of nothing going on?

I should check my phone.

My kids want to do something that doesn’t really excite me?

I should check my phone.

Need a distraction but can’t use my phone?

I should get a snack.

I have to go to the bathroom?

Where’s my phone?

30 seconds to myself while Carrie and the kids are on the deck?

You guessed it, I thought about my phone.

“Oh my gosh. I have a great idea for a post. It’s going to be about what life is like without my phone. If only I had my phone to dictate it.”

“Will I be able to remember this post later?”

“Maybe I should turn my phone back on.”

“Just for long enough to dictate this post.”

Spoiler alert - this is the post - and I did indeed remember it 8 hours later.

At one point, the kids wanted to listen to music.

I told him my phone was off because daddy wanted to be present with them.

Luna, my two-year-old, brought my phone over from the counter, handed it to me, and said here you go daddy.

Neither of them truly understood.

“Just turn your phone on dada”

Yet, both of them are always telling me to get off my phone.

At this point, you may be nodding your head thinking, “this sounds like my life.”

Or, you may be thinking, “Greg clearly has a technology addiction.”

Maybe it’s a combo of both.

I fully admit that I am addicted to technology.

I have been for decades.

Web design has been my passion for 25 years.

I have multiple online businesses.

As a photographer and storyteller, everything I do involves a screen.

»»» CONTINUED IN COMMENTS ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 14

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬 🚒 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Be honest - Are you excited about looking at random photos of a fire truck in a playground?

Odds are, you wouldn’t care enough to look at a single one.

But, what if I presented a series?

A collection of photos of the details and the fun.

Something to draw you in and make you experience it with me.

Maybe you would look at it …

What if I also told the story?

Described the way the sun glistened off the recently painted red engine.

Told you how my ass burned like a blazing fire when I sat down on the metal seat in a sunny 95 degree day.

Mentioned the sounds of children laughing and playing all around …

A joyful symphony of “look at me”

wee
tag
you’re it
Ready or not
here I come

Broken up by the occasional scream of “that’s my toy.” Or, “ouch! Waah. Where’s my mommy/daddy?”

Meanwhile, the smell of lighter fluid, charcoal, and cooking meat wafts past your nose like a Fourth of July weekend bbq.

It’s a very happy day at the playground.

But, are you interested?

Or, are you still needing something else to get excited about a random firetruck in a playground?

What if I went into the history?

** Spoiler alert, I Googled the firetruck and couldn’t find anything other than the fact that it’s from the 1930s.

But, can you imagine it racing down a city street?

Spinning around corners with the firemen hanging on to the sides, ready to jump out and douse a raging blaze.

The siren echoing through the air ...

🚨 “weee, wooo, weee, wooo, weee, wooo.”

The spray of hot steam and ash as the water hits the fire and saves the day.

Yay for the firemen and firewomen.

Yay for life.

Yay for photography and storytelling.

Yay for parks that have fun things for my kids to do so I can take a few minutes to get creative.

So what do you think?

Are you excited about these firetrucks yet?

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬 🚒 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Be honest - Are you excited about looking at random photos of a fire truck in a playground?

Odds are, you wouldn’t care enough to look at a single one.

But, what if I presented a series?

A collection of photos of the details and the fun.

Something to draw you in and make you experience it with me.

Maybe you would look at it …

What if I also told the story?

Described the way the sun glistened off the recently painted red engine.

Told you how my ass burned like a blazing fire when I sat down on the metal seat in a sunny 95 degree day.

Mentioned the sounds of children laughing and playing all around …

A joyful symphony of “look at me”

wee
tag
you’re it
Ready or not
here I come

Broken up by the occasional scream of “that’s my toy.” Or, “ouch! Waah. Where’s my mommy/daddy?”

Meanwhile, the smell of lighter fluid, charcoal, and cooking meat wafts past your nose like a Fourth of July weekend bbq.

It’s a very happy day at the playground.

But, are you interested?

Or, are you still needing something else to get excited about a random firetruck in a playground?

What if I went into the history?

** Spoiler alert, I Googled the firetruck and couldn’t find anything other than the fact that it’s from the 1930s.

But, can you imagine it racing down a city street?

Spinning around corners with the firemen hanging on to the sides, ready to jump out and douse a raging blaze.

The siren echoing through the air ...

🚨 “weee, wooo, weee, wooo, weee, wooo.”

The spray of hot steam and ash as the water hits the fire and saves the day.

Yay for the firemen and firewomen.

Yay for life.

Yay for photography and storytelling.

Yay for parks that have fun things for my kids to do so I can take a few minutes to get creative.

So what do you think?

Are you excited about these firetrucks yet? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 13

If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands. 👏⁣
⁣
If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands. 👏⁣
⁣
If you’re grateful and you know it ...⁣
⁣
and you really want to show it …⁣
⁣
If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands.👏⁣
⁣
Did you clap?⁣
⁣
There is so much power in gratitude. ⁣
⁣
So many things to be grateful for every single day of our life.⁣
⁣
» Health.⁣
» Relationships.⁣
» Family.⁣
» Nature.⁣
» Electricity.⁣
» Food.⁣
» Clothes.⁣
» Air to breathe.⁣
» A roof over your head.⁣
⁣
The list goes on forever …⁣
⁣
Each day at mealtime, my family takes turns expressing our gratitude. ⁣
⁣
It’s fun to see how many different people we can thank for the meal we are about to eat.⁣
⁣
There are so many people who are directly and indirectly responsible for all of the things we have. ⁣
⁣
The farmers.⁣
⁣
The delivery truck drivers.⁣
⁣
The seamstress who makes clothes for the workers.⁣
⁣
The people who make the robots for factory assembly lines.⁣
⁣
The engineers at the power plants that keep everything running.⁣
⁣
My five-year-old son, Bodhi, really enjoys telling us which ones we forgot.⁣
⁣
🙏We also share our gratitude as a family before laying down to bed.⁣
⁣
Ending the day reflecting on all the beautiful moments and experiences.⁣
⁣
And, gratitude for the strength to get through some of the “less wonderful” moments.⁣
⁣
What about you?⁣
⁣
What are YOU grateful for today?

If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands. 👏⁣
⁣
If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands. 👏⁣
⁣
If you’re grateful and you know it ...⁣
⁣
and you really want to show it …⁣
⁣
If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands.👏⁣
⁣
Did you clap?⁣
⁣
There is so much power in gratitude. ⁣
⁣
So many things to be grateful for every single day of our life.⁣
⁣
» Health.⁣
» Relationships.⁣
» Family.⁣
» Nature.⁣
» Electricity.⁣
» Food.⁣
» Clothes.⁣
» Air to breathe.⁣
» A roof over your head.⁣
⁣
The list goes on forever …⁣
⁣
Each day at mealtime, my family takes turns expressing our gratitude. ⁣
⁣
It’s fun to see how many different people we can thank for the meal we are about to eat.⁣
⁣
There are so many people who are directly and indirectly responsible for all of the things we have. ⁣
⁣
The farmers.⁣
⁣
The delivery truck drivers.⁣
⁣
The seamstress who makes clothes for the workers.⁣
⁣
The people who make the robots for factory assembly lines.⁣
⁣
The engineers at the power plants that keep everything running.⁣
⁣
My five-year-old son, Bodhi, really enjoys telling us which ones we forgot.⁣
⁣
🙏We also share our gratitude as a family before laying down to bed.⁣
⁣
Ending the day reflecting on all the beautiful moments and experiences.⁣
⁣
And, gratitude for the strength to get through some of the “less wonderful” moments.⁣
⁣
What about you?⁣
⁣
What are YOU grateful for today? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 11

“An airplane has accidentally flown into the Twin Towers,” said the voice on my car radio.

It made no sense.

"A plane did WHAT," I thought to myself?

"How could that have happened?!"

"I have to watch this on the news!"

So, I turned my car around, headed home, and promptly woke up all my sleeping roommates so they could watch with me.

I remember watching the second plane crash on live TV.

The first tower coming down.

People running from the plume of smoke.

The second tower coming down.

The Pentagon.

The field in Pennsylvania.

The realization that America was under attack.

On that day, there was no talk of inside jobs.

No conspiracies.

Just fear, confusion, anger, and uncertainty.

I was born and raised in New York City.

When 9/11 happened, I was in college in Washington, DC.

The only two places I had ever called home had been attacked.

That night, my housemates and I piled into a car, hung an American flag out of the sunroof, and drove to the Pentagon.

It was 3am.

We had to see it with our own eyes.

Long story short, the military didn't like us being there.

Next thing we knew, we had a police escort all the way back into Washington, DC.

That was another surreal sight.

Downtown DC was abandoned.

Soldiers sat atop Hummers holding fully automatic weapons.

Sandbag walls flanked key government buildings.

The District was under lockdown.

Two weeks later, I returned home to New York City.

Took my camcorder and a disposable camera and headed down to Ground Zero.

My heart raced as I stepped out of the subway station.

As buildings burned and cranes dug through rubble, entrepreneurs had set up shop on every corner.

"Get your 9/11 souvenirs."

"Get your photobook of the buildings coming down."

"Get your Never Forget hats."

Capitalism at it's finest.

Between 2001 and the Freedom Towet’s opening in 2014, I went back to Ground Zero several times.

It was like therapy for me.

Now, it's a tourist-trap with a $25 entry to get into a 9/11 museum.

I no longer feel the need to return.

Instead, I reflect on the needless loss of life that day - and in the years since.

What about YOU?

What's your 9/11 story?

“An airplane has accidentally flown into the Twin Towers,” said the voice on my car radio.

It made no sense.

"A plane did WHAT," I thought to myself?

"How could that have happened?!"

"I have to watch this on the news!"

So, I turned my car around, headed home, and promptly woke up all my sleeping roommates so they could watch with me.

I remember watching the second plane crash on live TV.

The first tower coming down.

People running from the plume of smoke.

The second tower coming down.

The Pentagon.

The field in Pennsylvania.

The realization that America was under attack.

On that day, there was no talk of inside jobs.

No conspiracies.

Just fear, confusion, anger, and uncertainty.

I was born and raised in New York City.

When 9/11 happened, I was in college in Washington, DC.

The only two places I had ever called home had been attacked.

That night, my housemates and I piled into a car, hung an American flag out of the sunroof, and drove to the Pentagon.

It was 3am.

We had to see it with our own eyes.

Long story short, the military didn't like us being there.

Next thing we knew, we had a police escort all the way back into Washington, DC.

That was another surreal sight.

Downtown DC was abandoned.

Soldiers sat atop Hummers holding fully automatic weapons.

Sandbag walls flanked key government buildings.

The District was under lockdown.

Two weeks later, I returned home to New York City.

Took my camcorder and a disposable camera and headed down to Ground Zero.

My heart raced as I stepped out of the subway station.

As buildings burned and cranes dug through rubble, entrepreneurs had set up shop on every corner.

"Get your 9/11 souvenirs."

"Get your photobook of the buildings coming down."

"Get your Never Forget hats."

Capitalism at it's finest.

Between 2001 and the Freedom Towet’s opening in 2014, I went back to Ground Zero several times.

It was like therapy for me.

Now, it's a tourist-trap with a $25 entry to get into a 9/11 museum.

I no longer feel the need to return.

Instead, I reflect on the needless loss of life that day - and in the years since.

What about YOU?

What's your 9/11 story? ...

goodmancreatives

Sep 11

When I founded Goodman Creatives, I made a big mistake. ⁣
⁣
Instead of defining my niche, as they taught me in business school, I decided I wanted to help everyone.⁣
⁣
While that’s not necessarily a bad thing, I was burning through tons of money advertising to such a broad audience. ⁣
⁣
Even worse, I never really managed to make a personal connection with anyone. ⁣
⁣
It wasn’t until I narrowed down my niche to therapists that the floodgates of success opened wide.⁣
⁣
A niche is can be summed up as “a specific problem that you help solve for a specific group of people.”⁣
⁣
The logic is that if you narrow your scope to only a very small demographic (i.e., families with toddlers or corporate executives), you’ll be able to make your marketing more targeted.⁣
⁣
For therapists, the first step toward getting more paying therapy clients is identifying your niche. ⁣
⁣
Once developed, your niche acts as the foundation for everything you do to promote your practice.⁣
⁣
LEARN MORE⁣
LINK IN BIO⁣
⁣
⁣
#therapist #psychotherapist #psychotherapy #therapistmarketing #psychotherapistmarketing #privatepracticemarketing #marketingtips #marketing101 #therapistmarketing101 #digitalmarketing #mentalhealthmarketing #therapistwebsites #psychotherapistwebsites #websitesfortherapists #websitesforpsychiatrists #psychiatristmarketing #therapistwebdesign #gratitude #thanks

When I founded Goodman Creatives, I made a big mistake. ⁣
⁣
Instead of defining my niche, as they taught me in business school, I decided I wanted to help everyone.⁣
⁣
While that’s not necessarily a bad thing, I was burning through tons of money advertising to such a broad audience. ⁣
⁣
Even worse, I never really managed to make a personal connection with anyone. ⁣
⁣
It wasn’t until I narrowed down my niche to therapists that the floodgates of success opened wide.⁣
⁣
A niche is can be summed up as “a specific problem that you help solve for a specific group of people.”⁣
⁣
The logic is that if you narrow your scope to only a very small demographic (i.e., families with toddlers or corporate executives), you’ll be able to make your marketing more targeted.⁣
⁣
For therapists, the first step toward getting more paying therapy clients is identifying your niche. ⁣
⁣
Once developed, your niche acts as the foundation for everything you do to promote your practice.⁣
⁣
LEARN MORE⁣
LINK IN BIO⁣
⁣
⁣
#therapist #psychotherapist #psychotherapy #therapistmarketing #psychotherapistmarketing #privatepracticemarketing #marketingtips #marketing101 #therapistmarketing101 #digitalmarketing #mentalhealthmarketing #therapistwebsites #psychotherapistwebsites #websitesfortherapists #websitesforpsychiatrists #psychiatristmarketing #therapistwebdesign #gratitude #thanks ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 11

Ever go backpacking?⁣
⁣
Travel Solo?⁣
⁣
Buy a one-way ticket somewhere?⁣
⁣
Would love to hear a story from your favorite trip in the comments.

Ever go backpacking?⁣
⁣
Travel Solo?⁣
⁣
Buy a one-way ticket somewhere?⁣
⁣
Would love to hear a story from your favorite trip in the comments. ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 10

All I wanted to do was find a specific photo from my travel archives.

It was a sunrise image of Myanmar’s U Bein Bridge - the world’s oldest and longest teakwood bridge.

My goal was to write a quick blurb and queue it up for sharing on IG.

It should have taken me 5 minutes …

Two hours later, the photo still isn’t ready … but, I just finished an epic virtual trip through memory lane.

Turns out, I had 250 photos in my archives from that morning.

Most of them had gone untouched since they left my camera’s memory card in 2013.

As I edited my favorite shots, I was instantly transported across the world and back in time …

Arriving at 5am and standing in shin-deep mud to create a long exposure of the bridge and the stars above.

Hearing the sounds of monks chanting in unison as the sun peeked out from behind the mountains.

Chuckling when I later saw those same modern monks using cameras and cell phones to chronicle their visit to this popular tourist attraction.

Feeling the bridge creak and buckle as you walk across it.

Quickly hopping out of the way as a bicyclist wizzes past you - lightly blowing your pants in his wake.

Squatting down to find the perfect angle where the morning sun peeks through the beams that hold up the bridge.

Offering the lone beggar 50,000 kip as her first charity of the day.

Stopping at the covered wooden benches along the way to have a sip of water and check your camera.

Smelling wood burning as the first catches of the day are gutted and placed on the grills that line the shores.

Marveling at the ecosystem of fishermen, hawkers, vendors, and people carrying baskets of unknown stuff back and forth.

It’s like an entire world exists on the bridge.

One that I had completely forgotten about until last night.

Now, I have 40 edited photos that I’m excited to use for a blog post.

It’s currently called, “A Sunrise Walk Across the World’s Oldest Teakwood Bridge.”

Or

“Sunrise Hustle and Bustle on Myanmar’s U Bein Bridge”

Both are pretty clunky titles …

Got a better one?

I would love and appreciate any suggestions in the comments.

All I wanted to do was find a specific photo from my travel archives.

It was a sunrise image of Myanmar’s U Bein Bridge - the world’s oldest and longest teakwood bridge.

My goal was to write a quick blurb and queue it up for sharing on IG.

It should have taken me 5 minutes …

Two hours later, the photo still isn’t ready … but, I just finished an epic virtual trip through memory lane.

Turns out, I had 250 photos in my archives from that morning.

Most of them had gone untouched since they left my camera’s memory card in 2013.

As I edited my favorite shots, I was instantly transported across the world and back in time …

Arriving at 5am and standing in shin-deep mud to create a long exposure of the bridge and the stars above.

Hearing the sounds of monks chanting in unison as the sun peeked out from behind the mountains.

Chuckling when I later saw those same modern monks using cameras and cell phones to chronicle their visit to this popular tourist attraction.

Feeling the bridge creak and buckle as you walk across it.

Quickly hopping out of the way as a bicyclist wizzes past you - lightly blowing your pants in his wake.

Squatting down to find the perfect angle where the morning sun peeks through the beams that hold up the bridge.

Offering the lone beggar 50,000 kip as her first charity of the day.

Stopping at the covered wooden benches along the way to have a sip of water and check your camera.

Smelling wood burning as the first catches of the day are gutted and placed on the grills that line the shores.

Marveling at the ecosystem of fishermen, hawkers, vendors, and people carrying baskets of unknown stuff back and forth.

It’s like an entire world exists on the bridge.

One that I had completely forgotten about until last night.

Now, I have 40 edited photos that I’m excited to use for a blog post.

It’s currently called, “A Sunrise Walk Across the World’s Oldest Teakwood Bridge.”

Or

“Sunrise Hustle and Bustle on Myanmar’s U Bein Bridge”

Both are pretty clunky titles …

Got a better one?

I would love and appreciate any suggestions in the comments. ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 9

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙮?⁣
⁣
Aka, the time loop movie with Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell.⁣
⁣
Whatever you do, nothing ever seems to change. ⁣
⁣
You step in that same puddle.⁣
⁣
Have the same tired conversations over and over again. ⁣
⁣
… I’m looking at you, Ned Ryerson.⁣
⁣
Every day feels like a repeat.⁣
⁣
Doing the same boring job that doesn’t fulfill you. ⁣
⁣
Battling the kids to get them to do something simple.⁣
⁣
Popping leftovers into the oven.⁣
⁣
Having the same tired arguments in your relationships. ⁣
⁣
Dreaming of that new house. ⁣
⁣
New car. ⁣
New life. ⁣
New whatever.⁣
⁣
Nothing.Ever.Changes.⁣
⁣
Or, so it feels.⁣
⁣
You wake up every morning to the same song. ⁣
⁣
“I Got You Babe” ⁣
⁣
A broken record. ⁣
⁣
So, you try to escape.⁣
⁣
Let Punxsutawney Phil drive the car for a while.⁣
⁣
Switch off your mind with your favorite vices or devices. ⁣
⁣
Ignore the inevitable storm that’s headed your way.⁣
⁣
But, after a while, even that doesn’t provide the escape you need.⁣
⁣
The world around you feels out of your control.⁣
⁣
So, you look inward.⁣
⁣
See all the opportunities for change within your own life.⁣
⁣
You learn how to play the piano and speak French fluently. ⁣
⁣
Carve picture-perfect ice sculptures of your sweetie. ⁣
⁣
Save that kid from falling out of a tree.⁣
⁣
Life is all about the small changes.⁣
⁣
All the small ways we can break out of our own ruts. ⁣
⁣
Even as the days, months, and years repeat around you.⁣
⁣
Even as the same stories play out ad infinitum.⁣
⁣
There is always hope.⁣
⁣
Make enough small changes and the butterfly effect takes over.⁣
⁣
You wake up one morning and it’s February 3. ⁣
⁣
The same song is playing on the radio, but now there’s snow on the ground. ⁣
⁣
A new day of infinite possibilities.⁣
⁣
So I ask YOU …⁣
⁣
What change can you make today?

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙮?⁣
⁣
Aka, the time loop movie with Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell.⁣
⁣
Whatever you do, nothing ever seems to change. ⁣
⁣
You step in that same puddle.⁣
⁣
Have the same tired conversations over and over again. ⁣
⁣
… I’m looking at you, Ned Ryerson.⁣
⁣
Every day feels like a repeat.⁣
⁣
Doing the same boring job that doesn’t fulfill you. ⁣
⁣
Battling the kids to get them to do something simple.⁣
⁣
Popping leftovers into the oven.⁣
⁣
Having the same tired arguments in your relationships. ⁣
⁣
Dreaming of that new house. ⁣
⁣
New car. ⁣
New life. ⁣
New whatever.⁣
⁣
Nothing.Ever.Changes.⁣
⁣
Or, so it feels.⁣
⁣
You wake up every morning to the same song. ⁣
⁣
“I Got You Babe” ⁣
⁣
A broken record. ⁣
⁣
So, you try to escape.⁣
⁣
Let Punxsutawney Phil drive the car for a while.⁣
⁣
Switch off your mind with your favorite vices or devices. ⁣
⁣
Ignore the inevitable storm that’s headed your way.⁣
⁣
But, after a while, even that doesn’t provide the escape you need.⁣
⁣
The world around you feels out of your control.⁣
⁣
So, you look inward.⁣
⁣
See all the opportunities for change within your own life.⁣
⁣
You learn how to play the piano and speak French fluently. ⁣
⁣
Carve picture-perfect ice sculptures of your sweetie. ⁣
⁣
Save that kid from falling out of a tree.⁣
⁣
Life is all about the small changes.⁣
⁣
All the small ways we can break out of our own ruts. ⁣
⁣
Even as the days, months, and years repeat around you.⁣
⁣
Even as the same stories play out ad infinitum.⁣
⁣
There is always hope.⁣
⁣
Make enough small changes and the butterfly effect takes over.⁣
⁣
You wake up one morning and it’s February 3. ⁣
⁣
The same song is playing on the radio, but now there’s snow on the ground. ⁣
⁣
A new day of infinite possibilities.⁣
⁣
So I ask YOU …⁣
⁣
What change can you make today? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 8

Imagine getting off a bus and being surrounded by dozens of locals - each trying to sell you on their tour.

That’s the scene in Sapa - a popular tourist destination in Northern VietNam.

Each day, people from around the world flock to Sapa to trek through the nearby mountains and explore the region’s bountiful rice fields.

When viewed from above, these terraced plantations look like bright green stairs.

However, when you get closer, it becomes apparent that they are muddy platforms with thousands of rice stalks pointing towards the sky.

Rushing rivers cut through the landscape, as visitors cross over narrow, shaky, wooden foot bridges to get across.

These precarious crossings are washed away every few years during the rainy season.

As for the experience itself, the tour is like a walking bazaar.

When my wife and I visited in 2009, this was our experience, as I wrote in my travel blog …

Our group was small and we had a private tour guide, but we left at the same time as a dozen other tours.

Surrounding each group were a handful of Hmong tribeswomen. Though, not the same ones who found us at the bus station the day before.

While walking, the women took each turns talking to us.

However, before long, it was quite apparent which ones had “claimed” each of us.

They never asked us to buy anything.

At least, not at first.

In the beginning, they just brought us little hand-woven gifts of leaves, stems and flowers.

They also held umbrellas over people’s heads to shade them from the sun.

This charade went on for hours.

When we finally stopped for lunch, it was time for the show.

**** The story continues in the comments

Imagine getting off a bus and being surrounded by dozens of locals - each trying to sell you on their tour.

That’s the scene in Sapa - a popular tourist destination in Northern VietNam.

Each day, people from around the world flock to Sapa to trek through the nearby mountains and explore the region’s bountiful rice fields.

When viewed from above, these terraced plantations look like bright green stairs.

However, when you get closer, it becomes apparent that they are muddy platforms with thousands of rice stalks pointing towards the sky.

Rushing rivers cut through the landscape, as visitors cross over narrow, shaky, wooden foot bridges to get across.

These precarious crossings are washed away every few years during the rainy season.

As for the experience itself, the tour is like a walking bazaar.

When my wife and I visited in 2009, this was our experience, as I wrote in my travel blog …

Our group was small and we had a private tour guide, but we left at the same time as a dozen other tours.

Surrounding each group were a handful of Hmong tribeswomen. Though, not the same ones who found us at the bus station the day before.

While walking, the women took each turns talking to us.

However, before long, it was quite apparent which ones had “claimed” each of us.

They never asked us to buy anything.

At least, not at first.

In the beginning, they just brought us little hand-woven gifts of leaves, stems and flowers.

They also held umbrellas over people’s heads to shade them from the sun.

This charade went on for hours.

When we finally stopped for lunch, it was time for the show.

**** The story continues in the comments ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 7

In the past 18 months, most of us have invested in an online course on something.

Often, it’s a course on growing a new business.

Maybe you finished it.

Maybe you got close.

Maybe you never even logged in.

Why?

Because for most of us, we need a little extra motivation.

Don’t get me wrong … for some people, automated trainings and prebuilt funnels are all you need to succeed online.

But, a lot more people don’t.

After a short while, realistic results come head to head with unrealistic expectations.

Burnout sets in.

When you’re left alone to fend in an environment that’s full of DIY resources, the sheer magnitude of it all can shut you down.

That’s why it’s so important to have that mentor.

That’s where I come in.

There are so many ways we can work together.

If you have a course, offer, product, or business you love, I can help you as a marketing coach.

Or, if you are looking for a way to create a life of freedom and want someone to guide you through the process, I’m there for you too!

Whatever you need, I would be honored to use my 25 years of experience in growing a business online to help you SOAR!

Want to learn more?

Drop a #yes! 👇 or send me a DM to chat.

Love,
Greg

#PhotographicStoryteller

In the past 18 months, most of us have invested in an online course on something.

Often, it’s a course on growing a new business.

Maybe you finished it.

Maybe you got close.

Maybe you never even logged in.

Why?

Because for most of us, we need a little extra motivation.

Don’t get me wrong … for some people, automated trainings and prebuilt funnels are all you need to succeed online.

But, a lot more people don’t.

After a short while, realistic results come head to head with unrealistic expectations.

Burnout sets in.

When you’re left alone to fend in an environment that’s full of DIY resources, the sheer magnitude of it all can shut you down.

That’s why it’s so important to have that mentor.

That’s where I come in.

There are so many ways we can work together.

If you have a course, offer, product, or business you love, I can help you as a marketing coach.

Or, if you are looking for a way to create a life of freedom and want someone to guide you through the process, I’m there for you too!

Whatever you need, I would be honored to use my 25 years of experience in growing a business online to help you SOAR!

Want to learn more?

Drop a #yes! 👇 or send me a DM to chat.

Love,
Greg

#PhotographicStoryteller ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 6

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗦𝗻𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝘆 𝗔𝘂𝗻𝘁'𝘀 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗷 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆⁣⁣⁣
⁣
My plan simple: bring Donnie in, take her on a tour, and leave a handful of ashes under a tree overlooking the Taj Majal.⁣
⁣
⁣⁣What I didn’t count on was a thorough security inspection by a pair of stern and armed guards.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Upon arriving at the Taj Majal’s front gate, the security guards checked everything. ⁣⁣⁣
⁣
First they took out my tripod and laid it on the inspection table. ⁣
⁣
⁣⁣Next, out came a simple set of crayons. ⁣⁣⁣
⁣
There was no doubt in my mind that Donnie was soon to follow.⁣
⁣
⁣⁣“What is this,” the stern and heavily-armed security guard asked in broken English?⁣⁣⁣
⁣
“It’s my Great Aunt Donnie’s ashes. She was 91 years old. I want to take her to see the Taj Majal,” I replied.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
My words were met with blank stares.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Next, I tried hand gestures. ⁣
⁣
“My aunt. Puja. Like the Ganga. Puja.”⁣
⁣
(𝘍𝘠𝘐 - 𝘢 𝘗𝘶𝘫𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳).⁣
⁣
⁣⁣This seemed to click, as the guard uttered “Ahh” and moved on to the rest of my bag. ⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Once he was done, the only items on the security table were my tripod, crayons, and Donnie.⁣
⁣
⁣⁣“What is this,” they asked again?⁣⁣⁣
⁣
“My Aunt. For Puja. Ganga.”⁣⁣⁣
⁣
“Where did you get it?”⁣
⁣
“At the funeral home. In the USA. Cremation. Ashes.”⁣
⁣
⁣⁣More blank stares, as they tried to comprehend what was going on.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Why was this man taking a box of gray powder into India’s most treasured national monument?⁣
⁣
⁣⁣KEEP READING⁣⁣
LINK IN BIO

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗦𝗻𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝘆 𝗔𝘂𝗻𝘁'𝘀 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗷 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆⁣⁣⁣
⁣
My plan simple: bring Donnie in, take her on a tour, and leave a handful of ashes under a tree overlooking the Taj Majal.⁣
⁣
⁣⁣What I didn’t count on was a thorough security inspection by a pair of stern and armed guards.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Upon arriving at the Taj Majal’s front gate, the security guards checked everything. ⁣⁣⁣
⁣
First they took out my tripod and laid it on the inspection table. ⁣
⁣
⁣⁣Next, out came a simple set of crayons. ⁣⁣⁣
⁣
There was no doubt in my mind that Donnie was soon to follow.⁣
⁣
⁣⁣“What is this,” the stern and heavily-armed security guard asked in broken English?⁣⁣⁣
⁣
“It’s my Great Aunt Donnie’s ashes. She was 91 years old. I want to take her to see the Taj Majal,” I replied.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
My words were met with blank stares.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Next, I tried hand gestures. ⁣
⁣
“My aunt. Puja. Like the Ganga. Puja.”⁣
⁣
(𝘍𝘠𝘐 - 𝘢 𝘗𝘶𝘫𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳).⁣
⁣
⁣⁣This seemed to click, as the guard uttered “Ahh” and moved on to the rest of my bag. ⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Once he was done, the only items on the security table were my tripod, crayons, and Donnie.⁣
⁣
⁣⁣“What is this,” they asked again?⁣⁣⁣
⁣
“My Aunt. For Puja. Ganga.”⁣⁣⁣
⁣
“Where did you get it?”⁣
⁣
“At the funeral home. In the USA. Cremation. Ashes.”⁣
⁣
⁣⁣More blank stares, as they tried to comprehend what was going on.⁣⁣⁣
⁣
Why was this man taking a box of gray powder into India’s most treasured national monument?⁣
⁣
⁣⁣KEEP READING⁣⁣
LINK IN BIO ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 5

As a photographer who wears glasses, I find myself constantly needing to take them off to see my screen.⁣
⁣
Sometimes, they fall off my head.⁣
⁣
Can anyone else relate?

As a photographer who wears glasses, I find myself constantly needing to take them off to see my screen.⁣
⁣
Sometimes, they fall off my head.⁣
⁣
Can anyone else relate? ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 5

Every day before dawn, travelers wipe the sleep from their eyes, board a small bus, and converge on a wide open field. ⁣
⁣
Their destination is a hot air balloon for a sunrise tour above Cappadocia.⁣
⁣
This small Turkish town is best known for its distinctive “fairy chimneys” — which are tall, cone-shaped rock formations clustered in a valley.⁣
⁣
Before arriving in Cappadocia, I had found countless breathtaking photos of the balloon ride on social media.⁣
⁣
My head was swirling with ideas of creating my own.⁣
⁣
However, on the morning of our tour, Carrie and I woke up to find a cloud-covered sky.⁣
⁣
"Maybe it will burn off before sunrise," I said with my fingers crossed.⁣
⁣
Long story short, it did not.⁣
⁣
The clouds stayed in the sky all morning.⁣
⁣
Though, for one brief moment in time, a window of clear skies appeared above the horizon.⁣
⁣
As luck/fate/whatever would have it, that window opened exactly as the sun rose above the horizon.⁣
⁣
So, while the majority of my photos are of cloudy skies, I did get the one "money shot" that you see in this post.⁣
⁣
Mission accomplished!

Every day before dawn, travelers wipe the sleep from their eyes, board a small bus, and converge on a wide open field. ⁣
⁣
Their destination is a hot air balloon for a sunrise tour above Cappadocia.⁣
⁣
This small Turkish town is best known for its distinctive “fairy chimneys” — which are tall, cone-shaped rock formations clustered in a valley.⁣
⁣
Before arriving in Cappadocia, I had found countless breathtaking photos of the balloon ride on social media.⁣
⁣
My head was swirling with ideas of creating my own.⁣
⁣
However, on the morning of our tour, Carrie and I woke up to find a cloud-covered sky.⁣
⁣
"Maybe it will burn off before sunrise," I said with my fingers crossed.⁣
⁣
Long story short, it did not.⁣
⁣
The clouds stayed in the sky all morning.⁣
⁣
Though, for one brief moment in time, a window of clear skies appeared above the horizon.⁣
⁣
As luck/fate/whatever would have it, that window opened exactly as the sun rose above the horizon.⁣
⁣
So, while the majority of my photos are of cloudy skies, I did get the one "money shot" that you see in this post.⁣
⁣
Mission accomplished! ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 4

How old were you when you got your first passport ... and where did you go?⁣
⁣
This was me at age 3 (just about 4) - at the airport heading to Europe.

How old were you when you got your first passport ... and where did you go?⁣
⁣
This was me at age 3 (just about 4) - at the airport heading to Europe. ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 4

𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀.⁣
⁣
Are we to believe that for every teeny decision we make, a multiverse exists where the other decision was made?⁣
⁣
That’s a lot of alternate universes.⁣
⁣
I think about this sometimes when I narrowly avoid a car crash.⁣
⁣
Is there another universe where I had a head on collision and died?⁣
⁣
Or, what about those more minute decisions.⁣
⁣
A left instead of a right.⁣
⁣
Choosing pizza instead of tacos?⁣
⁣
Marty not buying Gray’s Sports Almanac after traveling forward to 2015?⁣
⁣
With 8 billion people on earth, you’re going to need infinity multiverses to keep track of it all.⁣
⁣
Is that the stuff of science fiction and Marvel movies?⁣
⁣
Or, is that already happening?⁣
⁣
Thoughts?⁣
⁣
#digitalnomad #travelbloggers #travelbloggerlife #travelblogging #travelbloggervibes #worldtraveller #worldtraveler🌎 r

𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀.⁣
⁣
Are we to believe that for every teeny decision we make, a multiverse exists where the other decision was made?⁣
⁣
That’s a lot of alternate universes.⁣
⁣
I think about this sometimes when I narrowly avoid a car crash.⁣
⁣
Is there another universe where I had a head on collision and died?⁣
⁣
Or, what about those more minute decisions.⁣
⁣
A left instead of a right.⁣
⁣
Choosing pizza instead of tacos?⁣
⁣
Marty not buying Gray’s Sports Almanac after traveling forward to 2015?⁣
⁣
With 8 billion people on earth, you’re going to need infinity multiverses to keep track of it all.⁣
⁣
Is that the stuff of science fiction and Marvel movies?⁣
⁣
Or, is that already happening?⁣
⁣
Thoughts?⁣
⁣
#digitalnomad #travelbloggers #travelbloggerlife #travelblogging #travelbloggervibes #worldtraveller #worldtraveler🌎 r ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 3

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝.

The day started out gloriously.

11 hours of sleep.

Waking up with an entire king sized bed to stretch out in — a rarity when you cosleep.

The whole family was in a good mood.

Bodhi was having a session on the Neurofeedback machine.

Carrie and I were playing with Luna in the living room.

I was going to quickly make breakfast and take the kids out of the house so Carrie could have a few hours of space.

Everything was perfect.

And then, it wasn’t.

Luna became unhappy that Carrie and I were talking to each other.

She screamed and threw things … as two-year-olds tend to do.

Then, when Bodhi came out of his session, we had the added dynamic of sibling rivalry to contend with.

More things were thrown.

Bodhi and Luna both needed space from each other … and neither got it.

Our collective energy got ramped up and next thing I knew, Luna slapped me in the face.

I yelled!

What I should have done was left the room.

Gifted myself 10 minutes to mediate and breathe.

Instead, I pushed through the rage and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

(As if anyone wants that kind of negative energy in their food)

The kids clearly needed space from each other, so I invited Luna in with me to crack some eggs.

Luna asked for a burrito, so I cut up the avocado and heated up beans and rice.

Put all of them on a tortilla … the same way I do every morning …

NO
I DON’T WANT THAT!
NO BEANS AND RICE!

WAAAAAAHHHH!

Come on, Universe. Give me a break!

My blood was boiling.

Carrie tried to bring silliness into the room.

Rode a toy horse into the kitchen to break the tension.

Most mornings, I would have cracked up laughing.

Today, I had to leave the house.

So, I walked out the door and sat down in the backyard to breathe.

To calm myself.

It didn’t go so well.

I sat there wallowing in self-pity — desperately wanting to cry.

All I could do was breathe and hope I created enough space for the feelings to be there but not control me.

I knew I needed more time, but I felt self-inflicted pressure to get the kids out of the house.

*** CONTINUED IN THE COMMENTS

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝.

The day started out gloriously.

11 hours of sleep.

Waking up with an entire king sized bed to stretch out in — a rarity when you cosleep.

The whole family was in a good mood.

Bodhi was having a session on the Neurofeedback machine.

Carrie and I were playing with Luna in the living room.

I was going to quickly make breakfast and take the kids out of the house so Carrie could have a few hours of space.

Everything was perfect.

And then, it wasn’t.

Luna became unhappy that Carrie and I were talking to each other.

She screamed and threw things … as two-year-olds tend to do.

Then, when Bodhi came out of his session, we had the added dynamic of sibling rivalry to contend with.

More things were thrown.

Bodhi and Luna both needed space from each other … and neither got it.

Our collective energy got ramped up and next thing I knew, Luna slapped me in the face.

I yelled!

What I should have done was left the room.

Gifted myself 10 minutes to mediate and breathe.

Instead, I pushed through the rage and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

(As if anyone wants that kind of negative energy in their food)

The kids clearly needed space from each other, so I invited Luna in with me to crack some eggs.

Luna asked for a burrito, so I cut up the avocado and heated up beans and rice.

Put all of them on a tortilla … the same way I do every morning …

NO
I DON’T WANT THAT!
NO BEANS AND RICE!

WAAAAAAHHHH!

Come on, Universe. Give me a break!

My blood was boiling.

Carrie tried to bring silliness into the room.

Rode a toy horse into the kitchen to break the tension.

Most mornings, I would have cracked up laughing.

Today, I had to leave the house.

So, I walked out the door and sat down in the backyard to breathe.

To calm myself.

It didn’t go so well.

I sat there wallowing in self-pity — desperately wanting to cry.

All I could do was breathe and hope I created enough space for the feelings to be there but not control me.

I knew I needed more time, but I felt self-inflicted pressure to get the kids out of the house.

*** CONTINUED IN THE COMMENTS ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 2

My wife, Carrie, and I were in Portland.⁣
⁣
We had 2 days to get down to San Francisco.⁣
⁣
So, we decided to drive.⁣
⁣
Best.⁣
Decision.⁣
Ever.⁣
⁣
We had a mere 675 miles to drive.⁣
⁣
It seemed totally doable.⁣
⁣
340 miles per day.⁣
⁣
On day 1, we took our sweet time.⁣
⁣
We stopped at sand dunes, lighthouses, diners, and bridges.⁣
⁣
By the time we went to sleep in our car on the side of the road, we had covered a mere 177 miles.⁣
⁣
Day 2 was much less scenic ... which is why I'm glad I got the photos I did on day 1.⁣
⁣
This sunset at Haceta Head Beach is one of my favorites.

My wife, Carrie, and I were in Portland.⁣
⁣
We had 2 days to get down to San Francisco.⁣
⁣
So, we decided to drive.⁣
⁣
Best.⁣
Decision.⁣
Ever.⁣
⁣
We had a mere 675 miles to drive.⁣
⁣
It seemed totally doable.⁣
⁣
340 miles per day.⁣
⁣
On day 1, we took our sweet time.⁣
⁣
We stopped at sand dunes, lighthouses, diners, and bridges.⁣
⁣
By the time we went to sleep in our car on the side of the road, we had covered a mere 177 miles.⁣
⁣
Day 2 was much less scenic ... which is why I'm glad I got the photos I did on day 1.⁣
⁣
This sunset at Haceta Head Beach is one of my favorites. ...

adventuresofagoodman

Sep 1

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙?⁣
⁣
What legacy are you creating?⁣
⁣
When your soul embarks onto its next grand adventure, what stories will people share of your life?⁣
⁣
Will they be YOUR favorite stories?⁣
⁣
Stories that share your passions and unique way of looking at the world?⁣
⁣
Chronicles of your best travel tales?⁣
⁣
Introspective looks at a lifetime of personal growth?⁣
⁣
What parts would be missed?⁣
⁣
Can friends and family accurately recap the birth of your children?⁣
⁣
Will they know about that time you [insert super awesome milestone here]?⁣
⁣
Or, will people just share a few random memories that have meaning to THEM?⁣
⁣
Here’s the thing …⁣
⁣
🦋 No one knows your life’s story like you do.⁣
⁣
The internal and external journeys you’ve been on.⁣
⁣
The thoughts, feelings, and experiences hiding behind your photo archives.⁣
⁣
Rest assured, people will tell stories of you when you’re gone.⁣
⁣
For a while, at least.⁣
⁣
But, what stories will never be told?⁣
⁣
How many amazing, transformational, and inspirational eras of your life will be gone forever?⁣
⁣
Forgotten. ⁣
⁣
What about future generations?⁣
⁣
When your grandkids and great grandkids look at a family tree, are you forever destined to be just a name?⁣
⁣
Or, is there something else you want to be known for?⁣
⁣
🌈 What if you could create a legacy of photos and stories?⁣
⁣
A book, journal, or collection of printed things that shares ⁣
⁣
YOUR version of your life?⁣
⁣
Perhaps a blog or website to go along with it?⁣
⁣
Something new and inspirational to share on social media …⁣
⁣
and something for future generations to regard as a beloved family treasure.⁣
⁣
📸✍ And, what if you could level up your photography and storytelling game along the way?⁣
⁣
Learn how to inspire others by sharing your life’s adventure. ⁣
⁣
Would that interest you?⁣
⁣
I’m creating an online course to teach some version of this … and I need your feedback.⁣
⁣
It’s tentatively called:⁣
⁣
𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 • 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬⁣
⁣
🙏 Let me know your thoughts …⁣
Please and thank you 🙂

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙?⁣
⁣
What legacy are you creating?⁣
⁣
When your soul embarks onto its next grand adventure, what stories will people share of your life?⁣
⁣
Will they be YOUR favorite stories?⁣
⁣
Stories that share your passions and unique way of looking at the world?⁣
⁣
Chronicles of your best travel tales?⁣
⁣
Introspective looks at a lifetime of personal growth?⁣
⁣
What parts would be missed?⁣
⁣
Can friends and family accurately recap the birth of your children?⁣
⁣
Will they know about that time you [insert super awesome milestone here]?⁣
⁣
Or, will people just share a few random memories that have meaning to THEM?⁣
⁣
Here’s the thing …⁣
⁣
🦋 No one knows your life’s story like you do.⁣
⁣
The internal and external journeys you’ve been on.⁣
⁣
The thoughts, feelings, and experiences hiding behind your photo archives.⁣
⁣
Rest assured, people will tell stories of you when you’re gone.⁣
⁣
For a while, at least.⁣
⁣
But, what stories will never be told?⁣
⁣
How many amazing, transformational, and inspirational eras of your life will be gone forever?⁣
⁣
Forgotten. ⁣
⁣
What about future generations?⁣
⁣
When your grandkids and great grandkids look at a family tree, are you forever destined to be just a name?⁣
⁣
Or, is there something else you want to be known for?⁣
⁣
🌈 What if you could create a legacy of photos and stories?⁣
⁣
A book, journal, or collection of printed things that shares ⁣
⁣
YOUR version of your life?⁣
⁣
Perhaps a blog or website to go along with it?⁣
⁣
Something new and inspirational to share on social media …⁣
⁣
and something for future generations to regard as a beloved family treasure.⁣
⁣
📸✍ And, what if you could level up your photography and storytelling game along the way?⁣
⁣
Learn how to inspire others by sharing your life’s adventure. ⁣
⁣
Would that interest you?⁣
⁣
I’m creating an online course to teach some version of this … and I need your feedback.⁣
⁣
It’s tentatively called:⁣
⁣
𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 • 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬⁣
⁣
🙏 Let me know your thoughts …⁣
Please and thank you 🙂 ...

adventuresofagoodman

Aug 31

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱?

Not your neighborhood or city … I mean your actual backyard?

Last night, as the kids harmoniously played in our play structure, I treated myself to a sun-led photo session.

For 20 minutes, I wandered around the backyard and made photos of whatever the sun was shining on.

TBH, most of them are not worth sharing.

But the experience was really fun.

No agenda.

No pressure.

Just a solar scavenger hunt.

If you are inspired, go find something the sun is shining on right now.

Preferably in your backyard …

… but, wherever you are at this moment is the perfect place.

Snap a photo of it.

Post it on your stories - and tag me.

** Sorry to all my city-dwelling friends. I know you don’t have a backyard. Just snap a photo of your stoop, fire escape, balcony, or the street you live on :) I get it. I grew up in NYC.

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱?

Not your neighborhood or city … I mean your actual backyard?

Last night, as the kids harmoniously played in our play structure, I treated myself to a sun-led photo session.

For 20 minutes, I wandered around the backyard and made photos of whatever the sun was shining on.

TBH, most of them are not worth sharing.

But the experience was really fun.

No agenda.

No pressure.

Just a solar scavenger hunt.

If you are inspired, go find something the sun is shining on right now.

Preferably in your backyard …

… but, wherever you are at this moment is the perfect place.

Snap a photo of it.

Post it on your stories - and tag me.

** Sorry to all my city-dwelling friends. I know you don’t have a backyard. Just snap a photo of your stoop, fire escape, balcony, or the street you live on :) I get it. I grew up in NYC. ...

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