Backlogged from April 16, 2015. As I sit on a Wi-Fi-less plane with a few hours left on my first … More
Tag: New York
The punches.
The blue hour varies from place to place, from time and from space. To know this is a gift, a … More
Wait.
Sunday nights have this aura about them. They’re the entryway to the coming week- full of unknowns and possibilities- and … More
New place.
It’s curious, being in this new place. There’s so much I’m unfamiliar with. Walking lightly cobbled streets that the soles … More
Pilot.
These days I often feel like I’m starring in an episode of an HBO (okay, I could go for FOX– … More