Heading to Portugal in a few weeks. The plane to
Lisbon. But meanwhile I wait. And wait. And wait.
Heading to Portugal in a few weeks. The plane to
Lisbon. But meanwhile I wait. And wait. And wait.
The relentless cranky and craggy cold that cracks and splits the skin, chapping lips and chafing souls raw.
The new year thus far. Not a pretty sight.
And with all that, the hate.
Je suis Charlie.
Well, it's a new year. Then again, for a universe that's done this 13.8 billion times before, how new can it really be? Welcome 2015, day 2. Rehearsal is over. Time to run live.
On this last night of Hanukkah, allow me to wish one and all a very merry, if mercifully brief, Merry Christmas.
Welcome new friends and old. <special wink to Bindi>
It's been so long since I last blogged here (a mere 21 month hiatus), I almost forgot how this works.
Since I last uttered a word here:
I embarked on 3 major photo projects--all still running simultaneously--one of which I hope to bring to final edit within the next 6 months.
Got serious about then slacked...
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