During the Cold War (1947), John Steinbeck visited the Soviet Union, alongside photography Robert Capa. Steinbeck wrote about their travels, and Capa photographed them. One of their stops along the way was Tbilisi. Steinbeck described their time in Georgia (and 70 years later it is still true), writing: Continue reading “Tbilisi and Steinbeck”
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”
Complimentary Colors: Fuchsia and Lime
Chinatown / San Francisco, California, 2016 Continue reading “Complimentary: Fuchsia & Lime”
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 took an overnight train to Boston from Washington, DC (photos here), determined to take in as much history and culture in a 72 hour window as possible . Boston is a city rooted in rebellion and revolution, which is a continued source of pride. It is also the city of nicknames: Beantown (baked beans) , The City on a Hill (John Winthrop), The Hub (Oliver Wendell’s The Hub of the Universe), and America’s Walking City. Here are some suggestions for visiting the oldest city in America.
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
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,