Billings, Montana should be a hardworking petroleum-and-cattle town. There were gun shops, old west casinos, auto services, the oil refinery (we’d started passing oil wells near the state line), and…
A white linen shirt and sandals instead of flip flops got me into the San Antonio Museum of Art. Afterwards, in the parking lot, I carefully hung the shirt back…
I can’t tell if the waters of Vichy matter more than the memories. Today’s featured image is a photo from what we would call the Edwardian era, which in France…
An abandoned airfield in Brooklyn is the most surreal place Janet and I have camped. After twelve days in a high rise in Jersey City, hitting the road felt like…
