Troy has that timeless, Brigadoon quality, or maybe it was just my timing. I never did see Old Priam again, and the town was almost deserted. I do think it…
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…
…and through the woods. And we’re here. We left Burns, Oregon in a sunny, sparkly frost. Every blade of grass and tiny twig on the bare cottonwood trees was covered…
Yes, an excellent adventure that Janet cannot take me on. But this back of a jetliner seat is the very unexpected culmination of four and a half years of dedication…
