From the Window of My Parisian Flat

When I’m away I take copious amounts of photos. I love photographing old men in conversation with each other, for instance or even just companionable silence. But I also love capturing moments in  lives of others and imagining what they may be thinking or where they’re going or from where they have just come. Occasionally … More From the Window of My Parisian Flat

Travel Bug

I was bitten, I suspect, by the wanderlust bug as a child playing in the backyard in my bare feet in early spring. While my physical body was bound by fences and threats from my mother not to leave the yard, my nimble imagination was free to explore every corner of this piece of earth. … More Travel Bug

Paris Back Booth

There is such a relaxed freedom in traveling alone. I am responsible for only me. Every decision to be made needs to run through whatever filters are currently open in my mind alone. Today I choose to treat myself to a big girl, grown-up, sit-down meal at Le Grand Comptoir at the Houston airport, while … More Paris Back Booth