What might be the best way to escape the heat of a summer day than tour caverns? Walking underground is always a cool experience, both in metaphorical and literal senses.

The school spring break had already begun when my son suddenly asked me if I had planned a trip somewhere. The question caught me off guard.

Some museums hold local history, other dedicated to arts, and there are those that preserve a historic place or a landmark. Museum of the Shenandoah Valley has it all.

When it comes to travel plans, I usually settle on one destination and sketch a few ideas around the place. But this time around, my mind had difficulty deciding where to go. So I expanded my definition of the "destination" to the whole region: the American Northeast.

The treacherous waters of the ocean off the Outer Banks has a nickname of the Graveyard of Atlantic. Many vessels found their end here, and remnants of some are still visible to those on the shore.

Tucked away in a remote valley of the Appalachian Mountains, the Green Bank Observatory is a place of science, history, and a marvelous collection of radio telescopes.

Yesterday morning Reston was shrouded in fog, which landed some dreamy effect on everything around. It was so magical, that I decided to spend some time and create a series of photographs, telling a story of that transient moment.

Work duties set me off to a business trip for a few days, and I spent most of the week in Pennsylvania. The opportunity to walk on streets of Philadelphia was obvious, so I picked up my camera and started near the Independence Hall.

It is the kingdom of the sand and salty air. It is the land of natural beauty and human history. A chain of barrier islands off the coast of North Carolina - this is the Outer Banks.

It is hard to tell when I first learned about Acadia. One photo here, one mention there, and, eventually, it came to the point when I started consciously gather information about the park. Soon it evolved into the idea of going there and experiencing the place in person.

In the summer of 2016, I spent a few days in New York with my family. I photographed different things and came back home with a lot of images. While most of them represented a timeline of our stay, a few photographs felt a bit off.

Seeing the Great Smoky Mountains was my old dream. I often browsed online resources, looking at images of the place and jotting itineraries of my visit. And then, I found an opportunity to bring these plans to life.