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.
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.
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
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
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
Paris was starting to get cold (I’m going back later this month, we’ll discuss the City of Lights more then). So I said, “Let’s go to Morocco!” And my friend Continue reading
This is where I come from. From the mountains and from the sea, and shadows of places that look out of reach. From rivers bothering no one, moving down the Continue reading
Some days I’m great at snapping photos of my day-to-day travels and inspiration. Other days I just need a break from keeping my hand on the camera in my jacket Continue reading
In true transient fashion, a friend (who is currently only a semi-transient) and I grabbed some picnicable food at market and climbed some upwardly winding Stockholm streets to take in Continue reading