Leftover coins (rupees, koruna, forint, yen), shampoo packets, maps & stubs, magnets, boarding passes and tickets to attractions, napkins from fantastic restaurants, Tina’s name sewn on a paper.
It’d be a lie to say that four years ago, this was a fantasy. Back then I couldn’t even imagine this stuff. I cared too much about future careers and feeling successful. I agonized over the little details of what others saw on the outside. Until one day, I didn’t. I cared about what would feel good just right now. I no longer ignored whatever hope remained inside for happiness. I took a chance, I blew some money, I was struck by sights sounds and smells, I fell in love, I kept spending but more wisely each time, and it’s been one memory after another since.
This hasn’t been a dream. It’s been real.
I like the memories that are swirly and confusing.
It's official. I'm a photographer once again.
A Spring Bloom.
He sang Ordinary People, and it was like we were on the bicycle in Hoi An all over again.
My Guardian Angel: some days it's easier to believe.
I wish I looked up more often.
A murder of crows-this was just a part of the family. Never seen so many in my life.