Is There Ever A Good Time To Check Your Baggage?

The airport felt more like an amusement park with people lined up elbowing their way to the front of the rollercoaster line. I slowly shuffled forward a couple of steps at a time. Normally, I love people watching, creating stories in my head for the elderly couple holding hands behind me or the young mom… Read More Is There Ever A Good Time To Check Your Baggage?

It’s Seasonal

I waited for his response, filled with hope that the words he directed at me would be the ones I wanted to hear. “It’s seasonal.” His polite tone didn’t soften the blow. Disappointment consumed me. I never imagined a Costco employee could stir up such emotion in me, but that is exactly what he did when… Read More It’s Seasonal

How Do You See The World?

“I love the way you see the world.” His words took me by surprise. I leaned back in my seat and looked over at him. “What do you mean?” “You have a way of looking at things that displays your enthusiasm for all the world to see. Yet, you have no idea because you’re so… Read More How Do You See The World?

Grounds For Sculpture

“Everything you can imagine is real.” ― Pablo Picasso “One eye sees, the other feels.” ― Paul Klee “Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” ― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island “It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection.” ― Oscar… Read More Grounds For Sculpture

The View From Here: Napa Valley

I spend a lot of time looking at life through my lens, and am often asked if I don’t feel like I’m missing out by having my eye glued to the viewfinder. My answer stands, “I feel I miss the treasures when I’m looking at the big picture.”

Photo Friday: Off With Her Head!

Execution was a public spectacle; free entertainment for the masses. Vendors sold hot potatoes, fruit and gingerbreads, and peddled gin. Life was cheap in an age where diseases raged and life expectancy was short. So frequent were the tortures and punishments, the exact number of victims will never be known.  

Why Did The Blogger Cross The Road?

The streets of San Jose are expansive lanes of cars zipping this way and that, each rushing to their individual destination. Standing on the corner, a bit intimidated by this new city, I watched from the safety of the sidewalk as drivers travelled their path. I wondered what their journey entailed on a Friday morning in… Read More Why Did The Blogger Cross The Road?