The Poetry of Departures
Why is there so much poetry in departures? God knows how many forests, let alone poets, have died trying to explain it. For me, it’s something existential: up to this […]
Why is there so much poetry in departures? God knows how many forests, let alone poets, have died trying to explain it. For me, it’s something existential: up to this […]
Way back in 1993, when the web was brand new and Usenet was still king, I posted what amounts to a proto-blog (ulog?), a chronicle of my 13-day trip ferrying […]
Morning in Bergama, bustling little town in the shadow of the ancient mountaintop city of Pergamum. From the window of our quaint pink, pagoda-topped hotel, we look up to see […]
Day four – or maybe five – of the boat trip. The classic way to see Aegean Turkey is via a “blue voyage”: a trip along the Turquoise Coast in […]
Something else I need to get down in words before, as Herodotus would say, time draws the color from it. How many days ago was this? My camera claims it […]
Tonight was an evening that had to be captured, somehow, so it can be pulled out from the deep cabinets of our past on special evenings, when old friends are […]
Morning at the remains of the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus. Not much left, but they deserve better words than I have to do them justice: Lucian – Dialogues of the Dead, […]
In so many ways, Bodrum is a study in contrasts: it is Halicarnassus, the ancient trading city that gave birth to Herodotus, the father of modern history. And it is […]
[Sigh… okay, where was I before the hotel’s flakey internet connection ate my post? Sorry, but this whole Anne LaMott thing of “s***y first drafts” (yes, it’s a family blog) […]
Hi everyone! My name is Andy. I think that our stay has been fun so far. Today we fly to Bodrum and meet our friends. I can’t wait! My brother […]