Just returned from a quick trip to the UK. I’ve visited England more and more over the past several years, and while there’s always something new to explore, it’s begun to feel less foreign, and more like another version of home.
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Fisheye
I recently bought the 4-in-1 olloclip lens for my iPhone 5s, which includes a fisheye, wide angle, and two macro lenses.
I spent this holiday weekend up north — catching up with friends staying in Santa Rosa, kayaking on the Russian River (my happy place), and visiting my tiny house, which is currently parked in a yard in Sonoma.
This Is Not a ‘Travel Blog’ (But It Is a Travel Blog)
In her essay about life on tour with a rock band, Claire L. Evans says that travel teaches her more about time than it does about place. I agree. My favorite kind of “travel writing” — or I suppose writing about place — embarks on an inner journey, and uses a physical location as aContinue reading “This Is Not a ‘Travel Blog’ (But It Is a Travel Blog)”
Streets of Seoul
I recently had a long layover in Seoul and took the train into the city to wander for the day. With twelve hours, I did what I love most: explored a new city on my own, wandered down alleyways, hunted for street art, and got lost.
Scenes from Vietnam
As you weave through the traffic of Hanoi, you become one with it.
Returning to Hanoi (and Giving a City Another Chance)
I remember then feeling I had to rise against it, that Hanoi was something to be conquered. Maybe I wasn’t in the right place; maybe it wasn’t the right time. You never really know with cities. They’re like people, and you don’t always hit it off.
Notes & Images from England, Ireland, and Sweden
August was a busy month — weddings, time with family and friends, and exploring cities we’ve never been.
Paths, Possibilities, and NYC
Such different life paths
From each other, and from mine
Yet New York City is like glue
Where these intersections materialize
Instagram Has Ruined Me
Then I opened Instagram, ran a filter over it, and posted it — to send it off into the world to be liked and viewed for its moment of glory, and to shortly after join the stream of other Instagrams disappearing into our Internet wasteland.
On Travel, Time, and (Revisiting) Granada
Somehow, I’ve entered a special dimension — that space only accessible in these sorts of moments — where time truly reveals itself. Where time is more than the past, present, and future; and more than here and there and the line that connects them.