Tuesday, August 27, 2013


So much to do, I can't get started. Ridiculous. Then I go outside
and am reminded that plums are often on the undersides.

It seems there's something to learn from this. Am I to search more deeply for what I'm meant to write? Who I'm meant to be? 
Or maybe there isn't so much to do. Maybe it's all in my imagination.
What if I've been making this up for years?  
Some days everything seems major, and I can't get a grasp on anything. This is one of those days, and so to this day, I surrender.  I raise my purple popsicle.  

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Summer Photos: People

Greg and I raise a glass in my brother's memory
at the Zlaty Andel hotel in Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic.
Kirby saw much of the world. He loved this town, and stayed at this hotel.
The best thing about travelling is not the new vistas, navigating through different languages and cultures, taking time off from everyday life, or trying new-to-me foods. Hands down, what I enjoy most about travelling is people. Making new friends, reconnecting with old ones, people-watching in parks and cafes.  

I am comfortable with strangers, you see. Indeed, sometimes it seems I am my best me among them. It has always been this way.

Below, please find images of some of the people -- known and unknown -- who made our European experience richer (or, in the case of the "Did you drop this ring?" gypsy scammers in Paris, at least more interesting!). 
Alain and Chulita (our home exchange partners).

My Swiss sister-in-law, Susanna.

THE Rick Steves!

Czech woman who guided us through the metro system in Prague.

Street dancers in Paris.

Striking Swiss Air employees in Basel.

First time cycling tour guide, Vladimir (on the right), in Prague.

"Did you drop this ring?" gypsy scam in progress, Paris.

French gentlemen in a Paris cafe.

Still photo, see above.

Same scam, possibly the same woman, different day. (Paris, near the Musee d'Orsay).

Beate, in the Black Forest.
Sigrun, in Salema, Portugal (day of the long hike).

Daniel, in the Black Forest.
Newlyweds (in front of the Museum of Torture)
on Segways in Cesky Krumlov.

Rafters, Cesky Krumlov.

Plant waterer, Prague.

Bride, Paris.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Summer Photos: Art and Landmarks


Why do we take photos of landmarks? I have been to the Louvre in a room jammed hip-to-hip, and I swear that most of the gallery patrons only saw the "Mona Lisa" through the lens of their camera. (Or even worse, through their smart-phone's camera).

I am guilty, too.

Subconscious boasting of global travels? Appreciating the beauty (or ugliness, or originality) of the subject? Proving to our disbelieving selves that yes, once upon a time, We Were There?

I don't know. 

What if the photo below was not really about capturing one of Lisbon's famous trams. Let's say the heart of it is really the woman in the black and white dress. Would the photo be less interesting if she was the intended subject of this image, or would it be more compelling?  

Of the following disparate images (Frank Gehry's "Dancing House" in Prague, and an image I took while on a solitary hike in Portugal's Algarve), I prefer the latter. It makes me feel something, whereas with Gehry's dancing house, impressive and anachronistic as it is in central Praha, I felt I was fulfilling an obligation to shoot the thing. In short, it was work. See it, click it, feel relief to be done.

Visiting cathedrals and castles can also be laborious. This summer I found myself thinking that I should "get them out of the way" before I could go on to what I found more interesting:
the everyday. The people you talk to at the next table. The discoveries of what is beyond that hill, around that corner.

I am making small things of nothing as I toil at selecting from the hundreds of photos to post here. It is work. I am becoming technologied out.

Remember when you'd visit a relative or you were meeting a new boyfriend's parents and they brought out the photo albums? Look at little Johnny in short pants. Look at him holding the kitten upside down by its tail. Yes, that's him there. That smudge was my thumb. It was duller than reading appliance manuals. 

But I am a creature of common habits, and perhaps there is something in the following photos -- an angle, a bar of light, a feeling -- that you've not already viewed or experienced a thousand times over. 

  1. Cristo Rei (Christ the King) overlooking the Tagus River in Lisbon, Portugal.

The Algarve, Portugal 

That which needs no title

Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile, Paris

The Belfort Lion, Belfort, France

Montparnasse Tower, Paris

Moulin Rouge, Paris

Musee d'Orsay, Paris

                                    Les Invalides, Musée de l'Armée, Paris

 The Panthéon, Paris

Notre Dame, Paris (detail)

Notre Dame, Paris (back side)

 Place de la Concorde, Paris

Bartholdi Museum, Colmar, France
(Bartholdi designed the Statue of Liberty)

Unterlinden Museum, Colmar, France

Prague Castle

"Pissing," by Czech artist David Cerny, Prague
(Franz Kafka Museum behind)

(John) Lennon Wall, Prague

"Babies" (David Cerny), Prague

Beneath a bridge on the Seine, Paris
(on a boat cruise, after a night-cycling tour)

"Hanging Man" (by Cerny, Prague)

Off-leash dog park, Paris