What I learned about photography from my dead father
In the slow and sometimes fast shift that is life, the remaining people in my family have moved, or are moving. I say remaining, because we at Smith family central have, at this point, buried more of...
View ArticleReading my former me, with photo from 1992
Long before I was a blogger. Nineeteen years ago yesterday I wrote the following in an unlined sketchbook during a six-month backpacking trip to Central America I took with a good college friend, who I...
View ArticleSWF seeking friends in Santiago
SWF, English/Spanish bilingual seeking friends for laughter, serious talks, impromptu trips to the coast, the central valley and silly-item shopping (getting lost optional), academic pursuits,...
View ArticleMy fall jealousy would abate, if only spring would spring
It is fall in the northern hemisphere. I get it. I see your gorgeous placid lakes and gurgling streams, lined with trees painted in vibrant oils in a palette of red-redder-reddest and the yellows and...
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