When you’re training for a marathon there are certain definitive moments that both tell the story and mark the adventure for what it’s worth.

I’d contemplated the hows and the wherefores around the logistics of carrying an actual, real camera around with me on various runs.

It was snowing, but only lightly. And the camera, fully charged with the extra boost of the optional battery pack plugged to it’s backside, was set to snap a completely random photo of whatever happened to be in frame, every five seconds.

I’ve logged eight runs in the first ten days of the year, only having taken two days off from my schedule.

…like any destination, one begins to feel inclined (particularly if one is also a photographer) to capture images of the journey, there and back again, for others to witness what he sees on his trip.