Follow the leader…
‘Tis the wink of an eye — ’tis the draught of a breath– From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier…
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…
Whichever side of the tracks…
The conventional world view says that something different from yourself should be feared. It happens with race… but I’ve been in places in Africa with children who have never seen…