fourteen days in mexico and even after two weeks of turquoise inner-tubes, whales in the bay, fish tacos with avocado, skin that smells like sunscreen, straw hats and hammocks, iguanas falling out of… Continue reading
what we call the beginning is often the end. and to make an end is to make a beginning. the end is where we start from. (t.s. eliot) here is to the end… Continue reading
end of the summer road trip with a car full of sleeping bags and flashlights and maps. a car rack packed with an old tent and a box of camping dishes from the… Continue reading
On the morning that we left for Croatia, I woke up when it was still dark. I had been dreaming about tiled airport floors and adventure and when my alarm went off, I… Continue reading
me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu // me gusta viajar, me gustas tu // me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu // me gusta el viento, me gustas tu // me gusta… Continue reading
Two weeks down south. Two weeks with my aunt and uncle under their palapa roof; two weeks with the ocean in sight. Two weeks to watch the birds swoop in a twilight flock… Continue reading
Seoul through the lens of a Diana Mini.
Dear Kimchee: You are laid out in front of me on a small plate and I pick you up with silver chopsticks. You burn my mouth with your heat and you remind me… Continue reading