Travel far enough.
Travel till you’ve outrun the grief; travel till you’ve made peace with it.
Back in 2014, H was going on his first* plane ride and we were worried because he’d been starting to show an aversion to noise, crowded places, enclosed spaces, and especially to noisy, crowded, enclosed spaces. Amazing how things work out.
Do you look down on people who take selfies? (Go on, be honest.) Do you think that people who take selfies are necessarily vain or silly or classless or brassy? Are all selfies automatically shameless? Like this girl in the photo — how do you feel about her? Would you feel the same way about her if another person was […]
♥ Photography’s blessing and curse is that it can bend reality — a curse in that it creates unattainable ideals, a blessing in that you can choose to look back on imperfect times with a more forgiving filter. . . Clumps of mud can look like a cluster of islands against the sunrise… . . …and a trudge […]
♥ ♥ I’ve never seen snow. My city has no trains. It’s always summer where I live. Except on rainy days. And so trains fascinate me; autumn, winter, spring. Cobblestone, padded coats, foggy mountains, glens. I try when I travel to live a different life. But home will always be these seven thousand isles. ♥ ♥ […]
♥ ♥ Dance like no one’s watching, they say. But of course that’s kind of difficult if you’re in front of one of the most famous churches in the world, in the middle of one of the most visited cities of the world, and you know for a fact that despite it being low season, […]