The pendant of my necklace is a silver Spanish cob in the denomination of 1 Real, a coin about the size of a penny. Here is its story, and mine. In 1545, just over fifty years after Europeans first set foot on the land masses they would later come to know as the Americas, a … More Silver Cob
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. … More 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 … More 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 … More The Hottest Day of Summer
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 … More Saint-Pol-sur-Ternoise
I suppose to him I Iooked like working class trash. With my broad features and dark, tired eyes maybe I came across as just another insignificant middle-aged foreign worker heading home from the night shift. And I admit, I hadn’t tried very hard that morning. It was my day off and, focused on getting Renata … More London Tube Fracas
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.