I blinked and now it is September. If I were living in the Philippines, I would have heard the first Christmas carols chiming on the
Category: Nostalgia
Slivers of Silver
Summer has left the building! It came without any warning last weekend, and suddenly the cats and I woke up to a chilly morning of
Veni, Vidi, Veneto
I could be Julius Caesar and use Vici instead as I do feel stabbed in the back … but not now, not for this trip down
Broken Dreams, Not Spirit
One of the reasons I stuck to photography all these years was a yearning to become a professional photojournalist. My childhood dream was to become
Mi Tesoro
Literally translated, mi tesoro is Spanish for my treasure, usually an endearment for partners, spouses, or children, with a very adequate translation in German, mein
Emerson To The Rescue
Ralph Waldo Emerson was not among my favourite writers in my youth. I think that was precisely the problem – youth. In order to understand
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