At the risk of sounding truly lame and wishy-washy, I will say this: I love Boston and New York equally. I know, I know, given the long-standing rivalry between these towns (one whose origins escape me – did it really start with baseball? I mean, really? Edit: Apparently no, it didn’t) what I’ve just said amounts…
Last month, we spent a few days in New York before heading to Boston. The weather cooperated, the cupcakes were plentiful, and I remembered why one of my favorite cities in the world is precisely that. Here are ten photos from our adventures in Manhattan. The theater district, afternoon sun. – – Kissing in Times…
I love London. I’ve heard people complain that it’s too big and heartless, the locals too rude and impersonal, but I’ve never gotten that impression. I find the city vibrant and welcoming and a little quirky, and that goes double for most of its inhabitants. And coming from the-perpetually-damp-Seattle, I can laugh when people complain…
I feel like Billy Pilgrim: I have come unstuck in time. A friend asked me where exactly I had been recently, because she had followed my antics through Rome, then there was something about Air France, then something about Boston, and she was utterly confused. Why I very much would like to claim that I…
To follow up on yesterday’s ten facts about San Marino, I decided to add some visuals of our trip to the lovely little mountain town country. My apologies to those of you who dislike top ten lists, or have a phobia of the number ten, or sustained some traumatic injury as a child while learning…
Before we dismantle our home, and pack it up (destination: TBD), I wanted to document our place. I figure I share so much of what I see on the road, it was high time to show you what I see while at home. Or what I saw, since now that it’s been photographed, it’s time…
Rand and I spent a few days in Portland last week. As we always do, we talked about what it would be like it we lived there. It’s a silly little fantasy brought on by too much good food and time spent with friends who are just slightly too cool for us. I imagine the…
Yesterday, I visited my mother at her home 20 minutes south of Seattle. As I left, I noticed a few tiny snowflakes begin to fall. It was unexpected – it’s late in the year for snow, and the forecast had predicted the temperatures would be warming up, so I had on only a thin jacket.…
My blog is very up-to-date. The things that I write about? They happened very recently. Even if it seems that I’ve purposely left out any allusions to time or dates, that’s not because I’m writing about things that transpired months ago. No. Definitely not. (Look around nervously.) And now, I’d like to present ten pictures…
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