My first view of Venice. How was I to know I would fall in love? I spent less than 24 hours here. So why is it that I watch everything I can get my hands on that promises another glimpse of this city? I feel like the woman at the party who keeps watching the door to see if *that guy* is going to show up. Read more about Watercolor City
In the professional photog field, this might be called the money shot. My friend John and I took a train to Churchill, Manitoba, and climbed aboard a tundra buggy in hopes of a polar bear sighting. Hopes realized! Read more about That Great Gettin' Up Mornin'
Playing with pictures today, I send you to a garden in Kent. Sissinghurst, to be precise. Where we can hang with Vita and Virginia for awhile. Read more about In the Garden
1425–75; late Middle English peregrinacioun (< Middle French peregrinacion ) < Latin peregrīnātiōn- (stem of peregrīnātiō ) a traveling abroad. See peregrinate, -ion
1, 2. trip, excursion, expedition.
I hate to travel. But I love being there. Read more about Peregrination