County Clare, Ireland - Wednesday, September 2010 “I won’t be giving you a ride deary, but I’m happy to give you a lift!” I blushed, immediately realizing what I had just said to the older gentleman bus driver. He was about 5'5 with sparkling blue eyes and wirey gray hair. He had a sharp twinkle in his eye. The passengers … Continue reading A hitch-hikers guide to Ireland
During our CouchSurfing and mitfahrgelegenheit adventures in the northernmost border of Germany we passed through the small village of Breklum. The origins of this town can be traced back to the 4300–2300 BC and the church itself was built in 1200. It was the church in which my great great great great relatives (I haven't … Continue reading Sankt Peter-Ording and Breklum, Northern Germany
August 31st, 2013 Resting my back against the cool metal of the Spire of Dublin, I waited to see which of two people turn up first. Hoards of people scrambled across the streets of Dublin and in their quick frenzies scooted, skated, limped and hustled along the way of O’Connell Street. I sighed in relief … Continue reading The Irish Journey
I took a drive around town today. To feel the air, the sky, the wind, to soak up my desert. I stuck my hand out the window and let the cool breeze touch the hairs on my arm. Its winter, and we rolled all the car windows down and I heard the soft hum of … Continue reading Faith in Paris
I am yet again intrigued by the topic of authorship. Who has the right to a moment, to a capture, to an occurrence? Does the person who captured that moment by snapshot or film have a right to that moment because he captured it? He essentially created it. Otherwise, it would have gone by as an … Continue reading Stealing a Moment
Arrival in Hamburg 28. März. 2010, Sunday My overstuffed backpack had become getting heavy on my shoulders. After a week of travel across northern Germany, I’ve begun to collect things, and of course realized that I had packed poorly. Since leaving Bamberg I’ve acquired instant coffee, and oatmeal, and powdered creamer, a plattdeutsch book, a … Continue reading Arrival in Hamburg
20. März. 2011 While „hoofing it“ in the more non-traditional sense, I’ve noticed how I tend to collect things. I collect followers, books, things people offer to give me, I gather ideas. Sometimes its books, sometimes ideas, sometimes pictures. I love to travel. Friday morning started out at the train station in a foreign car waiting … Continue reading A Collector
Poesie Sans, Souci 