Greenland - The End of the World
My life as an explorer began under auspicious Spring skies as I packed up my back pack and set off for the far-flung corners of tiny Slovenia. I felt like a teenage Amundsen or Scott, striking out to blaze new trails and discover new ground, seeking life and adventure in whatever form they might come. I marked my paths as I walked them. Stories piled up right along with my photographs. And my appetite for new lands outgrew my home. So I got a bigger bag and began crossing borders in search of other, foreign worlds.