The Wanderess
The Eyes See. The Mind Wanders. The Senses Are Awakened. The Journey Begins.
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LISBON REVISITED (1926) Nothing connects me to nothing. I want dozens of things at the same time. Anguished, as if in hunger for flesh, I long for something though I know not what is – decidedly I am unsure… Turbulent in sleep and restless in dream, sleeping fitfully, dreaming in halves. All doors denied, both…
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Jack Broadbent How does one define a sound? In the case of Jack Broadbent it is complex. Let me tell you, I was fortunate to see him perform live recently. Because he draws from old classic blues guitar tunes and rock n’ roll, covering songs from Ray Charles, Jimi Hendrix, Canned Heat and his original…
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Forty years later and it is not Paul Mazursky‘s ‘hood anymore (Next Stop, Greenwich Village). Or when Bob Dylan was freewheelin’ on Jones Street. The community of laborers, misfits, poets, eccentrics…Life was not easy but there was plenty of avant-gardeness to go around with some cheap beer and a nice hot meal at a diner nearby for a…
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I arrived in Portugal for Christmas last year to spend a few days with my family. A photo expedition in Lisbon, where we were staying, was in my plan, of course, but not the focus on this particular trip. I had been there about a decade ago, also on a brief visit. My recollection from…
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This Christmas, I crossed the Atlantic to have some much-needed, long overdue, quality family time in Portugal, the homeland of my ancestors. I’ve been working on the few photos I took while exploring the city. And this one, it’s about something I discovered that’s one of those things that makes traveling to another country…
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Moon for Lovers. Moon for Dreamers. Moon for Believers. Moon for Thinkers. It follows the Earth and the Sun. We lose Her at every dawn, in the maddening rush to hide ourselves in the shadow of Her full glory. But She will be back to taunt us. We’ll meet again. She will be there on…
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Traveling inspires me. It makes me feel alive. It is like adding a very combustible fuel to a fire that burns inside when the flames have waned with time (otherwise known as “life happens”). So yes, I should travel more often. I hope I do. I visited Los Angeles for the first time in September ’14.…
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The little unknown stories around us. Have you ever wondered what goes on inside that house/apartment on the corner? Where you see silhouettes of life behind a lace curtain? Or what kind of tales a building, an object, a place, would whisper to you if it became alive and made you its confidant? What kind…
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