on the road again…| south dakota | custer state park | white-tailed deer, mule deer and a horny turkey

These white-tailed deer are not sure what to make of me…

Now this may not be new info to my more rural readers, but I recently learned how to tell the difference between white-tailed deer and mule deer.  Easiest way? Look at their tails. White-tailed deer have a distinctive white edging to their tails like this:

On a mule deer, the tail is thin and white with a black tip, like this:

Also, the ears are a dead giveaway. Mule deer are channeling Dumbo with those ginormous ears. A side-by-side, white-tailed deer on top:

See? Sizeable difference. Still cute af tho.  Would totally pet if permitted. Would probably not be permitted.

Now, you may be thinking “no shit.” To that I say HEY! I LIVED IN NEW YORK CITY FOR A DECADE! Our “wildlife” consisted of mice, mutant cockroaches, gross pigeons, large rats, “holy-shit-that-rat-is-larger-than-my-dog” rats, and the occasional squirrel, which is really just a rat in a cuter outfit.** Seeing deer may not be exciting to you, but it is to me. Try to appreciate my childlike wonder hehehe.

Switching gears, this dude wild turkey was trying really hard to smash. The lady wild turkeys gave zero fucks. It was like watching last call at the bar. With turkeys. And significantly less booze and significantly more trees.


Check me out, ladies…
Not feelin’ it
*seriously hopes there’s eHarmony for wild turkeys*


**the gospel according to Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City.



on the road again…| dominican republic | santo domingo, santiago, la vega, y higuey

I honestly feel like the best way to learn about a new place is to drive it. And I’ve spent a ton of time driving this week. Here are a few of my favorite shots**:

Santo Domingo, DR

En route from Santo Domingo to Santiago, probably around La Vega…


This was not the only time I got stuck behind a banana truck. It happened twice. Also once behind a pick-up truck full of pineapples.

This afternoon, I made the 5+ hour drive from Santiago back through Santo Domingo to the resort in Punta Cana. My GPS had some, ahem, challenges, and took me on a couple detours through small villages, up pot-hole ravaged roads, past a ton of goats and cows and finally through Higuey…

OH! I also got stuck behind horses.

¿Como ahora vaca marrón (y vaca blanca)?
¡Muchas vacas!

**traffic is super STOP and go in the cities, with an emphasis on STOP. I took all of the above photos from the driver’s seat, but when the car was not in motion. So stop worrying, Mom.

on the road again…| florida | st. augustine

Last June, I spent some time in St. Augustine, Florida. Here are a few of my favorite shots…

I did not go in. Wax figures give me the creeps.
The statue’s inscription read: “The Discoverer of Florida Juan Ponce de Leon landed near this spot 1513”
Castillo de San Marcos National Monument

The most Florida street names to ever happen.
Fuente de los Caños de San Francisco

Guarding the gates to Ripley’s Believe It or Not

Fun fact: in ancient Greek sculpture (and in modern reproductions made to honor the work of the ancient Greeks) a small penis was representative of ideal masculinity. “Greeks associated small and non-erect penises with moderation, which was one of the key virtues that formed their view of ideal masculinity,” explains classics professor Andrew Lear, who has taught at Harvard, Columbia and NYU and runs tours focused on gay history. “There is the contrast between the small, non-erect penises of ideal men (heroes, gods, nude athletes etc) and the over-size, erect penises of Satyrs (mythic half-goat-men, who are drunkards and wildly lustful) and various non-ideal men. Decrepit, elderly men, for instance, often have large penises.” The more you know… (*cue shooting star*)
Of course, I went inside. It was 8 bazillion degrees out!
Mike the Headless Chicken
Beauregard the 6-legged steer
I believe it’s illegal to be in the presence of Zoltar and not ask for your fortune.

Capped off my time in St. Augustine w/ a long walk on the beach at sunset…


on the road again…| alaska | portage | alaska wildlife conservation center

Warning: what follows contains literally tens of pictures of bears.

Bears playing.Bears yawning. Bears walking. Bears lying down. Bears chilling with magpies. Bears staring off pensively into the distance contemplating the meaning of life…probably.

You have been warned.  Photographing a bear was on my bucket list, and I scratched that sucker off and then some.

But but BUT I promise if you stick around through the bears, some musk ox and a few wolves will be waiting for you. Maybe even some caribou…and Darnell.

Is there snow on my butt? Because I feel like there’s snow on my butt…

Sharing a secret…

Why do I feel like the one on the left is about to bust out a triple time step?

Ok. Enough with the bears.

Musk ox serving up Blue Steel. It’s hard to be ridiculously good looking.
Arctic Fox
Was not the face I expected to go with that body, but still very cute.
Inner monologue: Ok, Jacki. Wolves are not dogs. Do not pet the wolves. Repeat: DO NOT PET THE WOLVES.


Such sleepy puppers.

SMC (single male caribou) seeks SFC. Hobbies include standing around in my own poop and the poop of others, obsessing about my asymmetrical rack, and badminton.

My nose totally fits through here. I do this all the time. Trust me.
A guy tried to pick me up at the moose pen by asking me what I did for a living. “This.” I said. “I’m a professional moose photographer.”
I couldn’t tell who was more embarrassed: the guy, or the moose.
Needless to say, Darnell was not amused.