As of August 2019, back at home after six months on the road through Asia and Europe.
Having to do with my trips off continent.
I have this habit (good or bad, haven’t decided) of naming my portrait subjects. In my framed gallery of candids, I used
For the life of me, I cannot understand why the Kosovars would choose a cold, blustery day in February declare independence. B
Michael Palin has my dream job. The perfect job. Worse still, he’s pretty much doing everything that I’d want to d
I am (let be here announced) a reality show slut. The only season of Survivor I’ve missed was Africa. Tonight, it’
Ti’s gotten me on a Thai kick lately, as far as food goes. Which makes it hard, since most of my cooking utensils (and a
Nellie Bly, Last Tie When Nellie Bly, the final Tie That bound the earth had knotted, The World looked on and cried “Wel
I am proud to say that I’ve driven in Italia. Or more to the point, I’ve survived driving in Italia. It’s a
This photograph has a story. Arguably, every photo has one, from the lowliest of vacation snapshots to the grandest of state p
I am in Tunis right noz, and it is with great difficulty that I type this, having left the laptop in the hotel room. Perhaps y
Just heading out of Genova towards Sicily by overnight train. All’s well!
