Tbilisi at Dawn, December 2016.
Taken during a 36-hour trip to Tbilisi, Georgia. My short time frame forced me into walking the city at dawn.
I’m looking forward to returning in a few weeks. I have been given a second chance to explore and experience this beautiful place.
Do you like a good ghost story? What about tales of Blackbeard and pirate duels? Civil War battle reenactments? Live music?
What are you waiting for? Visit Charleston already. Continue reading “Charleston Continued: Can’t Get Enough”
Last August, in the dead of summer, I took a weekend getaway to Charleston, South Carolina. As a proud “born and raised” Californian, this was one of my most authentic southern experiences to date. The hospitality was unrivaled. Continue reading “Weekend Getaway in Charleston, SC”
When I need a vacation but cannot get away, I find myself reminiscing on photos from the Greek Isles, from a trip I took in summer of 2014. (It’s time for another one).
I spent one day in Corfu Town, the city of motor scooters, sapphire-colored waters, and clotheslines dropped with brightly colored towels. Continue reading “Corfu Town, Greece”
I am starting a new series of posts, highlighting some of the colorful places I have been. I’ve found that the presence of bold complimentary colors transcend cultural and country borders.
Complimentary Colors: Bubblegum and Forest Green
Laundry Day / Burano, Italy, 2014
I traveled to Boston recently and took a lot of pictures (see previous post for more on the City on the Hill). The doors in Boston were much like the people that call the city home: bold, full of character, and a little rebellious.
Beacon Hill, Human Door and Hobbit Door?
North End, Hull Street #36 / Back Bay #78
Back Bay #13
Back Bay #35 / Beacon Hill #28
Found Hotel. Okay fine, those are windows. But they are emergency doors.
Back Bay #53, 51, 49, featuring icicles.
On the Road [or in my case, On the Tracks]. I took a long overnight train ride from Washington, DC to Boston, channeled my inner Jack Kerouac along the way.
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Continue reading “On the Road”
There are rows of narrow cobblestone streets that sit on the hill at Ankara Kalesi. Once homes, the structures have been transformed into storefronts and cafes, each with its own flare. We entered a cafe, climbed a narrow staircase,
Continue reading “Tea over Turkey”
‘My name is “Mutlu” – it means happy in Turkish,’ my driver said to me, after presenting me with a gift. I had spent less than 60 minutes with him across two different days- Continue reading ““Mutlu- it means happy in Turkish””