Banner photo: The morning sun shines off the Manhattan skyline. Taken from Pier One, Brooklyn. Six twenty in the morning and the runway lights are lit: blues, greens, flashing reds, and yellow direction markers. When I was a kid I thought they were the coolest thing ever. I still do. Mesmerized as the jet rumbles …
The New Colossus By Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that …
What does one do when one goes to New York? Well, one visits the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. One goes to one of the many museums and stares at paintings while stroking one’s own chin in thoughtful contemplation, while making laconic comments about the artist’s motivation (extra pretension points if the chin sports …
An eight day trip to New York City in four posts. Note: I hadn’t originally meant for this to be the first in the series of four, but the timing of the anniversary compelled me to change my original idea. The 9/11 Memorial and MuseumWhy are we drawn to the places that break our hearts, …
This week’s challenge hosted by Steve is Best Ever Images. While I judge my own work, I never know if my own opinion is reflective of what others see and think, so deciding on the criteria was a challenge in itself. My best is none too goodMy first thought in selecting images was to go …
An American’s observations of a first time trip to France. It wasn’t too long ago that the idea of driving in Europe was on par with sky diving; everything is in a language I don’t understand, how do you get gas (in the usual manner?), the driving habits and traffic laws are different, maybe the …
An American’s observations of a first time trip to France. “Travel is not a reward for working, it’s education for living.” ~ Anthony Bourdain We hit the first traffic of any consequence on the eastern fringes of Quimper. Quimper advertises itself as a village, but with a population of 64,000, I feel l have to …
Headlight glowin’The cars hurry pastJust like the yearsAre flowin’ so fastIf I can get there I know I’ll be warmThe ackin’ in my bones will soon be gonelAnd I journey back to Tonopah I’ve got a caffeine buzz from a giant coffee, a sugar high from the biggest apple fritter in the coffee joint’s display …
After my brief bathroom stop at Bordertown, which is not a town at all but a tacky first taste – last gasp casino just over the Nevada state line I’m driving past Cold Springs. It took only a few minutes of strolling around the Bordertown casino for the stink of a stale ashtray to cling …
My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays, or life stories, or commentaries – or a combinations of all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco. It’s a beautiful city, but like any city, it’s dirty, …
