London — We complain about our jobs. A lot, usually. There’s always something not right. “It’s too hard”, “It’s so demanding!”, “It’s so ungrateful…”, “Oh, the people I have to deal with… argh” And yet I don’t think I’ll ever be as happy as the barista in training who, today at 8h30 at the incredibly busy Costa in Greenwich, while he was pouring my Americano, couldn’t stop singing and shaking his h...
Tokyo — Every morning since I came to Tokyo 7 months ago, I wake up being happy and privileged I can live here. I greet the buildings, the crows, the salary man who rushes down my street and the monks from th...
Florence — I awake to a beautiful Summer’s morning in the Boboli District. The heat has me out of bed unusually early and I find myself on our balcony garden, looking across the terracotta rooftops of Florence. ...
Portland — Safe and warm (and out of the crazy rain!) in the corner of a cozy little lobby. I hear cocktail shakers to my left, the click, click, clicks of coffee grinders to my right. Oh, the coffee! A smile o...
This view - especially on the way to work - is never anything other than a shot in the arm.
Dane County Farmers' Market - 10:30am
A lesson on morning happiness
Objects found while walking the dog: n+2 in a series.
It's the kind of place that would be utterly miserable in the rain and cold and nothing but dreary for most of any other kind of day.
Morning on my back and steam on my face.
A Dispatch from Saturday Morning
Paddling through morning mist as the sun begins to rise
Found myself awake at 5am without having slept, so I greeted the sun.
Taking in the morning light across the Val de Travers
though in the early morning light she could barely see them, she still felt the tearstains on the glass...
Watching the town come to life,commuters hurrying for train as I enjoy my morning espresso
Enjoying the morning wind and watching the tide roll in
Good morning Tokyo sun.
This morning's view.
Rêve d'une route par un matin pluvieux
We had a real frost last night. Everything is coated in tiny crystals. Frost-rimed. Don't mind the glowing dog.
Remnants of first city snowfall, carried in on 40km/h winds and bitter cold.
Old City Hall tolls the hour. I'm late. I'm late. But still the morning city fascinates.
Sun in the square. For now.
Sounds of Dutch schoolchildren in the street below.
something about autumn that makes all day feels like a crisp early morning. refreshing.
Winter is here!
Locked out of my dorm room, I enjoyed the October light.
A foggy morning
My kinda Sunday
Early autumn, mist consumes the SkyTree.
Waking in Florence
Good morning, Manarola