The landscape is vast with a near constant wind. It’s a place where dirt predominates and color is doled out frugally by way of scraggly shrubs and thorny bushes. My black shoes are now a pale shade of taupe. “I… Read More ›
Ruminations
Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.
Ode to the Postcard
A tourist can buy a lot of things in Fredericksburg, Texas. They can buy a cowboy hat, hand-sewn down the road or machine made halfway around the world and in a range of colors from black to tan to flamingo… Read More ›
The Gold That Remains
It’s funny how travel works, the way one trip invariably sprouts into three: the planning, the experience, and the memory. How the experience may exactly match, or wildly differ from, the expectations. How memory tends to polish up the good… Read More ›
Farewell Pickles, and Thank You
Pickles is dead. About two weeks ago, my daughter-in-law found her unresponsive in her cage. Although she was only two, that’s roughly the life expectancy of a hamster—which is what Pickles was. She had been a breeding hamster and was… Read More ›
New Year, Same Old Me
Most years I latch onto something that resembles a resolution, or at least an idea—a framing, if you will, of the plot lines of my life. Typically, I choose something that’s a cross between delusional aspiration and hare-brained scheme. (Ex…. Read More ›
The World In Between 