Edinburgh, Stonehenge, Salisbury, and the End Of Things
Stone is not eternal, and the blurred epitaphs all over the graveyard were glaring reminders of this.
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Shockheaded, Stratford, Nottingham, A Poem
It sounds pathologically psychotic, but you really must read it to appreciate it.
Nothing of Great Consequence
It is never fully dark in London.
Liverpool, Cumbria, and Belfast
Who would have thought it would be so difficult to speak the same language?
An Abridged Philosophy of Photography and Spring Break
When we do photograph each other, it is an attempt to integrate the feelings that the place reflects in us and to accentuate and complement the true subject of the photograph: the place.
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The Great and Many Adventures of the Previous Week
Thankfully, he stopped trying...
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A Nice Relaxing Week-end in London
Black Rod then walks down the corridor to fulfill the queen's order.
Identity and Location
We take for granted our ability to communicate with each other relatively effortlessly, and in doing so devalue the beauty inherent in the language...
Paris via the Eurostar
She was, in a word, abrupt.
Belgium
In five words it is rural, cobbled, old, green and wonderful...
Hamlet
We hustled up and out of the depths of the earth to try to make it to the Theatre on time. We didn't.
The National Gallery
Overall, the subject seems to be less the woman standing at the virginal, and more the light which allows us to see her in her calmly lifeless abode.
The Theatre and Trafalgar Square
Trafalgar Square is brilliant at night.
Thoughts about Pounds, Pence, and People
I find I much prefer the English coins to American coins. The weight of a pound coin in one's pocket (no pun intended) is so much more psychologically comforting than a dollar bill.
Episode One - The Plane Ride & Settling In
I'm angry because my right butt-cheek has fallen asleep and the rest of me can't manage to.
I'm Off!
I'm flitting around trying to remember exactly what it is I have forgotten (an exercise that is doomed by its very description). I figure I'll remember somewhere over Iceland.
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Wooden
The man I had been talking to wasn't a man at all.
Episode One - The Plane Ride & Settling In
I'm angry because my right butt-cheek has fallen asleep and the rest of me can't manage to.
Identity and Location
We take for granted our ability to communicate with each other relatively effortlessly, and in doing so devalue the beauty inherent in the language...