Hanoi — There are only 8 meals left. Eight. Tonight’s dinner (which I will make at home), two full days of breakfast, lunch and dinner and a quick breakfast before this self-sanctioned exile is over. Discovery is no longer what I’m interested in but what my last meals will be. Should I have lunch at my favorite Bun Cha place with the really good Nem; where the ladies have come to recognize me, the soft sm...
Boulder — The plan: climb 2500 feet on pavement for the privilege of climbing 1500 on dirt. Now turn around and climb 1000 more home. On a singlespeed. How hard could it be? [27:00] I’m out of the saddle, I ...
Sulaymaniyah — The point of intersection. The Bosphorus melting into the Marmara Sea; the Golden Horn meets the Bosphorus. Ships, ships, ships. On a terrace in Cihangir, I can forever watch the ships go by. Passenge...
New york — Puy Lentils with Sour Cherries, Bacon and Gorgonzola, Almond Carrot Salad, Lamb with Cilantro and Honey, Almost Blackberry Pie (the soul corrupting kind - wheat, butter, sugar ) Four dishes for a sim...
Fraction of A Second
Last night Drummond Mill burned down
The photo was taken in Ajanta and Ellora. The place was magnificent. Trying to remember those days which passed ago.
Overwhelmed!... A time when nothing seems to go well...
Breaking memories, breaking windows
Remembering Ken Saro-Wiwa
Kiss Of Butterflies ~And The Chilhood! Hopes...Colors... Innocence...
forever in darkness
Whenever I am in Leeds Art Gallery I say hello to my Grandfather, George Dearden. He is the third soldier from the left.
A soul corrupting Blackberry Pie, Cilantro Honey Lamb...but it is never really about the food is it?
It hurt to remember; it was worse to forget. The singular moment of solace was that surrounded by voices, held by nothing but harmony.
"..there's a train going somewhere you once were.."
The Super Walker
This room, where he saw the world, where he created a world.
How do you deal with that Travel Hangover?
I cling to your memory, your smile, your charms.
The name of the trail was unfamiliar to me.
Choose the Moment
Additional Undercover Customer Parking
Reflections, a trick of the light, zooming...
though in the early morning light she could barely see them, she still felt the tearstains on the glass...