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“Everyday is a journey, and the journey itself is home”
– Matsuo Bashō, from the opening of Oku no Hosomichi
Drawn by the beauty of North America’s great outdoors, my wife and I set out on a nomadic journey. Living in a motorhome, we crossed the United States and Canada many times, capturing the miraculous landscapes we saw each day through our lenses.

Back in Apr. 2016, just as we were celebrating the end of my wife’s breast cancer treatment, I lost my job. We reluctantly sold our house in Silicon Valley and set out for our first journey in an Airstream camper trailer. It only lasted for about a year but the experience completely changed our view of life.
Our second journey began in 2021, in the middle of the pandemic. At the time, I was constantly flying all over the United States as a head of a sales team for a large IT firm. We had moved to Texas for convenience. My team was scattered across the country and my boss was hundreds of miles away in Washington, D.C. Because of that, I rarely worked in the office in Texas even before COVID. We bought a motorhome intending to keep working while traveling, but I ended up leaving the company before we set out, becoming literally “an unemployed drifter.”

