Nothing Smells More Like Spring Than Crepes
Let’s step back in time, to a weekday in April of 2017, and together experience my lunch and subsequent walk to one of our offices in the outskirts of Paris.
Let’s step back in time, to a weekday in April of 2017, and together experience my lunch and subsequent walk to one of our offices in the outskirts of Paris.
The backstory for this (hopefully) enigmatic haiku is a tale of a search through my photo library.
A picture that captures the crazy COVID-19 quarantine situation we are all experiencing, and the beauty of the music school at the University of Miami.
The story this picture tells is the relentless march of “progress” and how we continue to eradicate nature in favor of more and more and more and MORE cement and “convenience”.
A “dressed up for Christmas” photo of a Sandman from Pass Christian, Mississippi.
The bike was poised and ready to go, an analog transporter waiting in the Gulf Coast sun to take someone somewhere.
Going to work in the dark.. Sometimes the urge to capture a moment strikes when I least expect it. At a red light. Waiting. Thinking. Looking, and perhaps more importantly, seeing. This was our view (the car and me) early this morning at a stop […]
Even the most mundane things can be magic when you love to travel, like wet streets and traffic a chilly, rainy evening in Aberdeen.
“Don’t take the picture, let the picture take you,” is how this noir-reminiscent image from a walking tour in New Orleans came about.
A video and photos of an unexpected Memorial Day weekend snowstorm in central Colorado, and a haiku to capture the feeling.
An early morning foray into the empty streets of the city as it prepared for another day of a vibrant festival.
In Paris, even a taxi ride during rush hour is enriching and interesting. The second post in the series January Dreaming.
I’m back at work this week after almost 3 weeks off during the holidays, and the 50+ minute commute has held some amazing sights.
Looking at and listening to birds makes me feel calm and content, as though I’m on the front row observing a fluttering and dynamic ecosystem in fluid motion.
I got a new camera for Christmas, the first one ever that has interchangeable lenses that detach and rates a case instead of rambling about in the bottom of my purse like my previous little point-n-shoot models. A respectable camera. A DSLR. I’m the family […]
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