Last summer Chant and I visited Ireland for what I hope is going to be the first of many trips. The landscape of soft rolling hills seems to whisper a lullaby that can ease you to sleep… until the horn of a city bus snaps your attention back to look in the right direction… Continue reading On Journeys: Roads leading and returning
I believe that certain things come into our lives in the moments when we most need them (people, stories, ideas, concepts) – these come by way of walking through a packed grocery store or reading an excerpt from an out-of-place book waylaid on a store counter or forgotten in the pocket of an airplane seat… Continue reading Stories of self
After an eventful month of travels through New York, Malmö, Copenhagen, Dublin, Toronto, and Montreal; I’ve been thinking a lot about people and about the associations that we make with urban places and the memories that resonate from various experiences. For some, it’s the architecture, for others it’s food, some like sculptures and monuments, some… Continue reading Of travels, trees and tales: Everyone’s a storyteller
“Hello, welcome to Wild Rover Tours, my name is Jim and I’ll be your tour guide for the day.” If you do not hear these words… you’re on the wrong tour bus! Our time in Ireland can only be matched with the fun and jubilance that Jim Dempsey, our tour guide from Wild Rover… Continue reading Travels in Ireland
My first memory of Fort Totten is Lindsay’s smile beaming at me from the front walkway as my taxi coasted down the road; then walking up the stairs and seeing you all, with your welcome packets laid out atop the generous harvest table. Little did we know that this table would later become a… Continue reading Assembling the spaces in between
