looking to adopt. {boot me}
Living in a state as large as Texas, there’s a lot to see and do. There are also vast expanses of nothing to see and nothing to do. Native Texans Continue reading
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summer. {verb}
When words aren’t there (or I’m just too lazy), images sometimes say enough. Golden summer. And still it’s not over. An excerpt in photographs.
spring preview.
The cold doesn’t bother me much. In fact, the Parisians on numerous occasions have asked in shock and horror, “Aren’t you cold?!,” when they notice I’m wearing only a light Continue reading
the itinerant checks in. {dar habiba} marrakech, morocco
Aaaaand we’re back! There is so much to say about Morocco, I don’t know even know how I’m going to get to it all. First, though, I must, must, must Continue reading
almost. there. {but still here}
Just returning from the desert Jesus-style, making friends with camels; pouring sand and stars out of my shoes…{..} Tangier to Paris on Thursday. We’ll need some serious update time, y’all. Continue reading
bringing it home. {mint tea} morocco
Tourists and travelers are some of the most exploited people in the world. Sometimes traveling feels like opening a bag that has all your money and letting the people of Continue reading
a very special smell. {leather} fès, morocco
Fés is the leather capitol of Morocco, and they’ve had no trouble combining the industry with tourism. The ultimate image of Western privilege and from-a-distance tourism materializes above Fés’ tanneries, Continue reading
grave digger. {where we sleep} fès, morocco
When I went for a stroll through Paris’ Père Lachaise for a little visit with Edith, Oscar, Jim Boy and gang, photographer Jean-Claude Garnier’s stunning photographs of his exhibit “Cimitières Continue reading
where to start. fès, morocco
When I first began looking for flights to Morocco from Paris, my short-notice search turned up fares that weren’t really that palatable, considering the common return of $10 tickets on Continue reading
show me your homeless. {i’m still here}
Who’s begging on your street corners and in your public transport hubs? In front of your churches? Have you looked? Rome’s streets harbored the old, weary and worn, their heads Continue reading
