Tag Archive: photos

Twas the eyes, the gut, and the ancient dead people that made me stay

My biggest blister was filled taut with juicy intimations of sharp fluids bursting and leaking, gushing through skin torn away from exposed nerves. But we would have gone on. Knees like battered bocce… Continue reading

I have a problem from Baltimore

I have a problem with what’s going on in Baltimore. Because it’s important. The militarization of police is a problem, and I fear it when a culture teaches one demographic (defined by career,… Continue reading

Lycian Way Day One, the part where we almost died

The beach was so beautiful, so open and warm, I had no idea that within three hours I’d be calculating the risk of death by exposure, freezing to death in the mountains versus… Continue reading

Earthquake in Nepal, inevitable and unexpected, national and personal

Everyone knew an earthquake like this would happen and devastate Nepal. The geography and history made it obvious, inevitable. Who could look at those fault lines and think otherwise? . . During my… Continue reading

Lycian Way, Day One, mighty fine indeed

You know the Camino de Santiago, you’ve read about the Appalachian Trail, and you saw that movie about the Pacific Crest Trail, but have you heard of the Lycian Way? The 540 kilometer… Continue reading

Cutest darn thief I’ve ever seen

Turkey would not be a good place for a celiac, the thought occurred to me (for the twentieth time this trip) when the waiter brought my sandwich, chicken and peppers hidden somewhere in… Continue reading

Love in/ing Istanbul

Seeing a US fast food chain in Istanbul is like running into a crass, boorish American tourist in the Hagia Sophia; not far from my hotel there’s a Burger King talking on its… Continue reading

Would you go to Europe with me?

My previous experience with tour guides was to turn and run the other way, snug and smug in my snobbish superiority as a solo traveler. No spoon feeding for moi! No comfy tour… Continue reading

Brothers gone Turkish

Apparently my brother and I used to fight like cats and dogs, squids and whales, birds and bullet trains, though I barely remember any of that. But we’re in a good patch lately,… Continue reading

Equanimity on the equinox, Cuba behind and ahead

I seem to have fallen out of Nature. When they built my apartment a hundred years ago, they didn’t bother with niceties like insulation, and my toes remember cold winter days when they… Continue reading