Field Notes

5 Reasons Why Blackberry Farm in Tennessee Is Your New Favorite Resort

Written by Susan Block Photos by beall + thomas photography   Nestled in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains in Eastern Tennessee, Blackberry Farm boasts much more than it's own farm. It’s a full-fledged resort with 68-spacious cottages, two restaurants, its own creamery, bakery, brewery, wellness center and endless...

From Vancouver to Seattle, The Best 5 Spots Along Chuckanut Drive

Brought to you by Autoform Performance*   Few people know about the gems you can find in an apparent quick trip from Vancouver to Seattle (or viceversa). Off exit 250 (coming from Vancouver) and a few more turns, you are faced with a sneaky cliff-hugging, ocean kissing road....

The Holy Contour of Inner Landscape

Words by Vanessa Shukyi Wong | Photography by Jessica Thompson   It is our third day on the road trip; our bodies have adjusted to this otherworldly landscape of Arizona. The body is quick to learn, but when I started this journey in Salt Lake City, it took four or five...

Lifting the Veil Off Transylvania

By Norman Dacanay   Crisp. February mornings in Bucharest are downright crisp. After a couple of days in Bucharest, my wife and I were ready to get out of the city. We wandered through the train station looking for our ride out of the city, only to...

The Mysterious Blue City of Jodhpur, India

Jodhpur, one of the largest cities in the Indian state of Rajasthan, is also known as the Blue City. Although nowadays the buildings have different colors and as a visitor you are most likely to walk around the markets and new town, the old quarters...

Diesel, Dust and Frankincense: Adventures in Ethiopia

Depending on your comfort zone, or willingness to abandon it, a journey through Ethiopia is like an epic adventure story you wish you wrote. Life is simple, hard–beautiful. The people are kind and inquisitive, guided by faith and strong ties to family. There is also...

Chasing Imperfections in Barcelona

The house breathed, heaving slowly underneath me, a living entity. Or perhaps the undulating rooftop I stood upon aroused that sentiment. Twisting spires next to me, like the flared nostrils of a dragon, wheezed out ventilation. Casa Mila was not what I expected: fanciful for...