Pictures without cameras
You know you’ve said it too. “Nah, I don’t need to bring a camera.” And shortly after, the inevitable sequel: “I should have brought my camera.” The first night of our California… Continue reading
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Living the dream
I had a dream when I was a kid. A literal, “I’m asleep” kind of dream, that is. This isn’t an inspirational post. In it, I’m swimming along the bottom of the pool,… Continue reading
Photo Friday – Vietnam
The words usually come first. I pick a bunch of them, then find three or four photos from my horde that more-or-less make sense with them. But it’s Friday, and ain’t nobody got… Continue reading
A Tahoe Reminder
No signal. I love when it says that. In fact, seeking that elusive status was one of my reasons for going up to Tahoe in the first place. To spend two days in… Continue reading
Photopost
It’s a week I look forward to all year: tour guide summit week in Washington State. So many wonderful people, sharing this lucky career, and an employer I believe in. So I’ll be… Continue reading
One more day in paradise
There is not much wifi here. Little contact with the outside world, and even less of its problems and concerns. But plenty of sunlight. Warm golden Grecian sunlight. And fresh air, to wrap… Continue reading
Photo Friday – Three years ago?
I’m breaking up. It’s the end of an era. But I just couldn’t handle the constant interruptions in my internet access. So goodbye Sonic, my sweet little Mendocino company where actual humans answer… Continue reading
Photo Friday – Stairs
I’ll make you a deal. One post per week with words in it, less than a page-worth, circa 500. And one post of photos. Workable? Wednesday had words in it, and… Continue reading
I thought it was just a photo
I wasn’t expecting a lesson in male privilege. I thought I was just decorating. But one of the candidate photos was from a late night wander through September streets of Venice, complete with… Continue reading
Myanmar and America politics, only one we can like
“I think we should talk about politics,” I suggested to the table of tour members, bored senseless with the American conversation of what you do for work. “Oh, but wouldn’t you rather be… Continue reading
