About

Hi, I’m David

Yogi, photographer, and traveler. Hopefully, through these pages, you may be exposed to something you did not know about yoga, or your interest may be piqued in a county, city, or destination you had not considered before. There are many amazing places to see. These pages represent just a tiny portion. But the world is getting much smaller. And decisions we make impact all of us. We can all work to be more mindful, to think before we act. To do what is in the best interest of all. To be a little bit kinder, every day.

My dad was in the US Air Force, and I was born in Germany while he was on duty there. We moved to the US when I was six months old. We moved a couple more times before I was four years old. After the Air Force, he went flying for Eastern Airlines. When in grade school living in Connecticut, I would come home from school on a Friday afternoon or holiday weekend, and find a small suitcase packed, and the family ready to go. We would drive a few hours in an old station wagon, to one of the New York airports for exciting flights to Miami, or Puerto Rico. Or summer trips camping in the Virgin Islands. Or to sleep on a couch in some corner of an airport because all five of us got stranded in Atlanta trying “ to ride a pass.” The amazing perk of the airline industry. If there is an available seat on a flight with no available paying customer, a pass rider could take that seat almost for free. However, it was more of a challenge for a family of five to ride a pass. Invariably only 2 or 3 seats would be available. Does someone fly ahead? Or we all wait? It made travel, its irregularities, its challenges, its richness, and its amazing rewards, part of my young life. Airline travel then was still upscale, with quality service and actually edible food. Well, mostly edible, and free booze.

I continued to travel as I got older. In my early twenties, I had a roommate that worked for a travel agency, back before the internet, when we used travel agents to help us book travel. Based on his sales he earned us round trip tickets for airfare, and a week hotel room at the Hotel Intercontinental, in Cannes, France. The week before the Cannes Film Festival. That was my first real exposure to high-end, upscale hotels. And French beaches, they were rocky and a bit cold, compared to Miami! It was also my first experience with learning the hard way not to leave valuables in a rental car. Later being an account manager for a large corporation we would earn the right to travel on annual incentive trips. Based on performance we went to London, Bermuda, Hawaii twice, Switzerland, Puerto Rico a couple of times, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, cruises through the Caribbean, and elsewhere. They were upscale, but very controlled, heavily managed, and “group trips”, think large buses backed full of jacked-up salespeople and their spouses. But we were able to use them as jumping-off points, by ourselves, to Austria, Scotland, Maui, El Yunque, San Fransisco, and more. These trips afforded the ability to travel to far-flung destinations, essentially for free, and then using hard saved money to budget travel on our own.

While some of the stories or old, this website is new. As such there will be constant updates. And corrections! The photos are mostly all mine, photos with me in them are either self-portraits on a timer, by Veronika, or by committee.