To the Schoolhouse.
I feel as though I’ve stepped into a Wyeth painting whenever we visit The Plains, …
Taxidermy & poetry.
Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte, der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht, ist wie ein …
DC Love Story.
‘street lights / carry–outs / liquor stores / blood money … drive–bys / i’m alive’ …
Libertad y Toros!
Last night of fiesta & a fantastic excuse to pop open some cava & howl …
Viva San Fermín!
Pass the sangria. Better yet, pour it on me. – – – – – – …
Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer.
Pardon my ear-worm. At home, nursing a torn tendon & daydreaming big – quite like …
Ann Arbor.
I’ve (only somewhat jokingly) become convinced that Ann Arbor, Michigan must have served as inspiration …
