Montreal (Part Two)
This city speaks not one, not two, but three languages, even four, maybe more. The carefree brown-eyed girl– she thrusts her fingers into the Earth scoops...
This city speaks not one, not two, but three languages, even four, maybe more. The carefree brown-eyed girl– she thrusts her fingers into the Earth scoops...
I love this city … at least, when it’s not winter. I was riding the Metro toward downtown from Le Plateau-Mont-Royal , and a young man boarded my tr...
Volume Three There are special nightmares for the daytime sleeper: little nervous dreams tossed into some brief restless moments of unconsciousness and breaking...
Volume Two In Oreanda they sat on a bench not far from the church, looked down on the sea, and were silent. Yalta was barely visible through the morning mist, w...
Volume One “Now the drawings you make from us, they look exactly like us,” she reminded me, smiling in triumph; and I recognised that this was indeed just their...
Volume Zero “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.”—...
If I am a means to an end, Then I am neither end nor means. If I am a means without an end, Then I am both end and means.
REFLECTIONS ON MY THIRD 100 DAY PROJECT Wow … it’s been awhile since I posted something on my blog. My life has been full of changes … some go...
Here are some pics from my most recent trip to NYC. Enjoy! 365 Photo Journey Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I pr...
Here are some pics of downtown Indy, some windmills on the way to Chicago, and Chicago itself. Enjoy! 365 Photo Journey Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it...