And whatever time it takes…
How many steps on this pair of shoes? How many miles have those little luggage wheels rolled? How many overhead bins or subway floors has that camera bag sat on?…
Invited Thanksgiving…
It never gets old, being invited into family moments. Families doing their thing. I’m just an observer, passing through. I’m back in the states now, but because I missed my…
A certain Athens of many…
“Oh, that city kinda feels like Berlin.” “This town reminds me a little of Chicago.” “It is like a small version of London.” “Memphis looks a lot like Cairo when…
Light from underneath…
Blame it on whatever natural phenomenon you’d like – angle of the sun, atmospheric composition, amount of trees in bloom vs leaves on the ground, whatever… …it never fails to…
Rome, turned loose Leica…
As I mentioned yesterday, the Italy section of this journey is coming to a close. Since the flight is out of Rome, it seemed a shame to come all this…
A little tower, a little field…
Winding around the rolling hills of Tuscany to the hill-top town of San Gimignano. It is quite a striking thing to see in the distance, coming around the bend. Spikes…
Notice a haze for the day…
Certain days are full of themes. It may seem a little artsy touchy-feely, but I sometimes will just wake up with a sense of the day and many of my…
Never two days at the same time…
As weird as major time-zone changes are to my brain, trying to sort photos after jumping time-zones in my camera timestamp is just annoying. Coming and going, making days extremely…
Now, away we go…
Back on the road, back in the airports. The Little Rock airport, now, for a pretty big jump. LIT>DTW>CDG>FLA. FLA = Florence, Italy. A few miles underfoot this Thanksgiving week.…
Near your little lights…
The midnight plane with its flying lights looks like an unloosed star wandering west through blue-black night to where the mountains are, a star that’s come so close to…
Regular for life…
I often write about what it means to be a “regular.” I’m talking where all the waiters or baristas or bartenders on all the different shifts know your order. Where…
In the land of wind…
Chicago. Finally a moment to wander the streets with no agenda, no work to do. A few touristy things and a whole lot of film through the M4-P. These are…