D.T. Pennington

Writer – Photographer – Creative Coach

Category: Travels

  • Tulum Trash

    Tulum Trash

    • Half-Baked

      The gist: ideas shouldn’t be hoarded. More info here. As ideas get a little more action, I will give them their own page and link to it. You’re welcome. The…

    • On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      Yes, I wanted to go. I had the genetic right to see what this land was all about! I wanted my own pictures of copper stills and peat fields! I…

    • Your Apps Are Worthless

      Your Apps Are Worthless

      The more apps I use, the more things I need to tend, the less energy I have to write/ read/ nap/ think/ whatever. Think of it like “app zero.”

    • The Gallery Next Door

      The Gallery Next Door

      Show me what you are. Don’t wait to pick up on a clue of something you think I might like – I’d rather you show me what you’re into. Let…

    • Entertained to the Death of It

      Entertained to the Death of It

      The viewers of Entertainment can’t look away and their bodies rot while they watch TV. Why read a book when you can scroll through Instagram? Why read the history of…

    • All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      “Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.”

    I had to nose the ATV gently through the gutter that had formed in the middle of the dirt road. I would have raced right through it, but Carly was hanging onto the back seat, and I could feel her clench everything down whenever I hit a bump. So, easy does it. We’re in Mexico…

  • On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

    On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

    • Half-Baked

      The gist: ideas shouldn’t be hoarded. More info here. As ideas get a little more action, I will give them their own page and link to it. You’re welcome. The…

    • On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      Yes, I wanted to go. I had the genetic right to see what this land was all about! I wanted my own pictures of copper stills and peat fields! I…

    • Your Apps Are Worthless

      Your Apps Are Worthless

      The more apps I use, the more things I need to tend, the less energy I have to write/ read/ nap/ think/ whatever. Think of it like “app zero.”

    • The Gallery Next Door

      The Gallery Next Door

      Show me what you are. Don’t wait to pick up on a clue of something you think I might like – I’d rather you show me what you’re into. Let…

    • Entertained to the Death of It

      Entertained to the Death of It

      The viewers of Entertainment can’t look away and their bodies rot while they watch TV. Why read a book when you can scroll through Instagram? Why read the history of…

    • All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      “Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.”

    Yes, I wanted to go. I had the genetic right to see what this land was all about! I wanted my own pictures of copper stills and peat fields! I wanted to nurse my own hangovers and wash the taste of smoky, peated belches from my mouth with imported Italian espresso and a quick bite…

  • Notes From The Low Country

    Notes From The Low Country

    • Half-Baked

      The gist: ideas shouldn’t be hoarded. More info here. As ideas get a little more action, I will give them their own page and link to it. You’re welcome. The…

    • On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      Yes, I wanted to go. I had the genetic right to see what this land was all about! I wanted my own pictures of copper stills and peat fields! I…

    • Your Apps Are Worthless

      Your Apps Are Worthless

      The more apps I use, the more things I need to tend, the less energy I have to write/ read/ nap/ think/ whatever. Think of it like “app zero.”

    • The Gallery Next Door

      The Gallery Next Door

      Show me what you are. Don’t wait to pick up on a clue of something you think I might like – I’d rather you show me what you’re into. Let…

    • Entertained to the Death of It

      Entertained to the Death of It

      The viewers of Entertainment can’t look away and their bodies rot while they watch TV. Why read a book when you can scroll through Instagram? Why read the history of…

    • All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      “Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.”

    Here, the world is ruled by the ocean. Everywhere else you know, the river flows into the ocean. Here, the ocean flows just as much into the land. The water is just as fresh as it is brackish. The tides can make your day just as easily as they can ruin it – I suppose…

  • Notes on: The Lower East Side

    Notes on: The Lower East Side

    • Half-Baked

      The gist: ideas shouldn’t be hoarded. More info here. As ideas get a little more action, I will give them their own page and link to it. You’re welcome. The…

    • On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      Yes, I wanted to go. I had the genetic right to see what this land was all about! I wanted my own pictures of copper stills and peat fields! I…

    • Your Apps Are Worthless

      Your Apps Are Worthless

      The more apps I use, the more things I need to tend, the less energy I have to write/ read/ nap/ think/ whatever. Think of it like “app zero.”

    • The Gallery Next Door

      The Gallery Next Door

      Show me what you are. Don’t wait to pick up on a clue of something you think I might like – I’d rather you show me what you’re into. Let…

    • Entertained to the Death of It

      Entertained to the Death of It

      The viewers of Entertainment can’t look away and their bodies rot while they watch TV. Why read a book when you can scroll through Instagram? Why read the history of…

    • All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      “Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.”

    You want this to matter. You want to feel the magic flow from every surface, from every person, the moment you step off the plane. You want this to be worthwhile. On the average, this is a moment of spending. From one block to the next, one swipe to the next, one card to the…

  • Notes on the Dead Reckoning

    Notes on the Dead Reckoning

    • Half-Baked

      The gist: ideas shouldn’t be hoarded. More info here. As ideas get a little more action, I will give them their own page and link to it. You’re welcome. The…

    • On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      On: Scotch Whisky and Head Colds

      Yes, I wanted to go. I had the genetic right to see what this land was all about! I wanted my own pictures of copper stills and peat fields! I…

    • Your Apps Are Worthless

      Your Apps Are Worthless

      The more apps I use, the more things I need to tend, the less energy I have to write/ read/ nap/ think/ whatever. Think of it like “app zero.”

    • The Gallery Next Door

      The Gallery Next Door

      Show me what you are. Don’t wait to pick up on a clue of something you think I might like – I’d rather you show me what you’re into. Let…

    • Entertained to the Death of It

      Entertained to the Death of It

      The viewers of Entertainment can’t look away and their bodies rot while they watch TV. Why read a book when you can scroll through Instagram? Why read the history of…

    • All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      All The Good Stuff Is At The Bottom

      “Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.”

    A decade ago, in a February, I was standing in knee high grass well before dawn on the side of a two-lane highway miles outside of Te Anau waiting for a ride. It is four in the morning and my body is stuck in that hungover moment where I can’t stomach the idea of eating…