The mattress I bought in the Albert Cuyp market in 2007 has traveled internationally more than most, and I suspect more than most people. The initial move to Canada, which motivated the purchase in the fist place, turned out to be one of our bigger mistakes in life. We trusted people who were not trustworthy. … Continue reading Mattress II
There were just no two ways about it; somehow it had to fit in the car. If for no other reason than to spite the aproned, middle-aged Dutch housewife watching me from her second floor balcony across the street, bemused by my stupidity and willing my failure. An April thunderclap had corresponded precisely with my … Continue reading Mattress
Behind the hedge I hear the bat of the man in the practice cage at the Ickenham Cricket Club urging the bowler on, his bat drumming the ground in eager anticipation. Thump-thump-thump! Give it to me! Give it to me! "Whack!" A solid hit. Instinctively I look to the sky above to see if the … Continue reading The Hottest Day of Summer
Next Monday Renata and I will celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary. Well, celebrate is as celebrate does, I guess. I imagine we'll share a bottle of bubbly and a bowl of strawberries, recalling one of the first songs I ever sang for her on a warm, moonlit Spring night in 1982 as we stood hand-in-hand on … Continue reading Renata
To be honest I had never heard of this town in northern France until a few months ago when I opened my new (used) Michelin map of Pas-de-Calais. Renata and I were eagerly planning the next leg of our staged pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela ('taking the long way home') and St. Pol presented itself … Continue reading Saint-Pol-sur-Ternoise
Today is Epiphany and Christmas is finally over. We spent some hours taking the tree and all the decorations down. For all my readers, here is a belated Christmas greeting that Renata and I put together on one wild day of shooting and editing in London. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx0ZGeXvIRY
On the Feast of St. Stephen we traveled to St. Paul's on the Metropolitan line, feeling just a wee bit awkward and self-conscious with our new backpacks and our homemade walking sticks. After a few photos on the steps of the Cathedral we joined the other tourists for the midday Eucharist. A tall, unhappy-looking young … Continue reading Canterbury
