Every step taken leaves a trace — not always on the ground, but often in the memory.

This blog begins not with a grand arrival, but with a quiet first step — slow, hesitant, full of the kind of curiosity that makes you linger at unfamiliar doors or turn down a street with no name. To explore and embrace all that is around us. Footstep Chronicles is our attempt to document the poetry of those moments — the ones that ask you to slow down, look closer, and listen longer. To walk with open eyes is to embrace the world as it is — not always beautiful, not always kind, but endlessly worth knowing. This is not a blog about checking places off a list. This is about standing still long enough to hear a place speak.

In Footstep Chronicles you’ll find musings from places like the Sossusvlei Desert in Namibia, where red sands whisper at dawn and dead trees hold the sky with charred arms. From high mountain passes of the Rockies where clouds spill like rivers into the valleys. Other times from street markets where pyramids of red and yellow spices rise like miniature dunes of deep saffron gold and rust-bright crimson. And sometimes the stories will come from wild places where lions slip like shadows through the tall African grass, and where antelopes pause at dusk, framed in the last amber light before night folds in. There will be silent coastlines. Noisy parades. Unexpected rain.

If you find meaning in small details and large vistas, in the way wind moves through tall grass or how stone holds the warmth of late sun, then you’re in the right place. This is a space for those who notice the quiet movement of animals in the wild, who walk slowly through changing weather, and who find connection in food, landscapes, and the stories that rise from both. There’s beauty here — in the open spaces, the stillness, and the everyday moments — and that’s what this blog hopes to share. Welcome… You’re already home here.

And in Every story..a kind of walking.
A kind of wondering.
Awakening.