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 … Continue reading London Tube Fracas
Last summer my mother traveled up from Seattle on Amtrak to attend my daughter's wedding near Vancouver. Through a miscommunication - she's not always a cognitive straight-shooter anymore - I went a day early to Pacific Central to pick her up. But apart from that wasted afternoon it was really nice to have her hanging … Continue reading Expat Drifter
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
Everyone knows the metaphor of ripples on a pond, of the multiple and ever-widening influences of a single event, but no one ever spares a thought for the poor bit of rock sinking slowly into the dark, wet abyss. I think we've all been that individual at times, the consequences of our actions, good or … Continue reading Ripples on a Pond
The Tate Britain has, as you probably know, a permanent 'Walk Through British Art' exhibition, which occupies a large number of rooms divided over periods, often by individual decade. The last time I visited I spent most of my time in the 1900-themed room. What intrigued me most and caught my imagination was that these … Continue reading Ludgate Circus
Anyone who takes the time to survey the world of airport chaplaincy with anything more than a passing interest will soon discover that there are as many different varieties of chaplaincy as there are airports. Every airport has a unique set of characteristics: its physical location, size, the nature of local businesses, passenger & cargo … Continue reading For people of all faiths…and those of none.
The year I spent in Texas was pretty much the worst year of my life. Reed Junior High School had an Eighth Grade class of over 500 students - the school I moved away from had 20 - and I was completely overwhelmed by the scale of it, confused as well by a Texas culture … Continue reading Jude