If one ventures beneath downtown Rochester, NY, one may find themselves here.

Here, I should say, is the abandoned subway system (wiki link).

One will spy impressive graffiti.

The abode of a homeless individual.

And if you're lucky, a colored pencil draft of said graffiti 
(complete with the artist's note-to-self to call Progressive Insurance).

Needless to say, A few adventurers got their fill this spring afternoon.

Sierra Baja

Have you ever played a game of Capture the Flag over an entire town?
Well, I have. In Sierra Baja, España.

Three years ago, I joined a group of folks on a trip to Spain. During the last week of our visit we ran 
kids camp in this little village, and when I say this place was small, I overstate. It covered maybe 10 
square acres. We thought it'd be fun to play Capture the Flag to bond with the kids so we asked the 
local teenagers where they usually played... the answer, "Everywhere!" These acres became our playing 
field. Every alley, every twisty sidewalk was game. Oh, I forgot a detail! Only a handful of people
 actually live there. Most of the inhabitants were amiable elderly farmers or wrinkly grandmothers.

Needless to say, I remember that day fondly. 


 I happened upon her four years ago on a certain mountain trail in Nepal. 
I never said a word to her and never will. Nevertheless, she has significantly shaped 
my life. Her unwavering gaze pierces my comfort-coated mindset. The God I serve 
loves that little girl, so much that He traded His life for hers. But she will never 
know because no one has told her. I fatefully forget in my comfort that my God 
loves beyond imagination. 
         He died for a poor little girl in Nepal. Who will tell her?