Nature, Out and About, Travel


Yesterday – playing around in a beautiful meadow in Boulder.

Today – I finally paid attention to how much time it takes to develop, scan, and edit three rolls of film. Ten hours.

And I loved every second of it.

Route 66 – New Mexico

Out and About, Travel

These were among the first of the images I took with the Rollei. I sort of love the idea of photographing old things with my old camera. Established in 1926, Route 66 was one of the original highways in the US Highway System (Wiki). As a photographer, the dilapidated remains are interesting and beautiful in their varying stages of decay, but as an observer – a passer-through – it feels like the ghost of what America used to be. The spectres of Americana’s past are still on full display and still begging for the attention and admiration they once recieved.

Old cars provide the perfect decoration to many of the hotels that line the route. I could hardly believe it when I came across this old Edsel – I think this is the 1959 Edsel Corsair 4-Door Sedan. Growing up, I’d heard about the Edsel and what a failure it had been, but I’d never actually seen one. So cool. Also – the junkyard pickup truck – lots of character.

The town of Tucumcari boasted 2000 motels during the heyday of the famous Route. Most of those have been abandoned and left to rot – or, more nephariously, burned down (some say) to collect insurance. There’s no shortage of motels to photograph, but the ominous energy enveloping them sends a message of sorts to stay away.

Bordeaux and Paris

Architecture, Design, Food, Travel, Wine


Wandering around Paris alone is my absolute favorite thing to do. After finishing the Camino, I was incredibly delighted to see little yellow arrows around the city guiding my fellow peregrinos onward to Santiago. I’ve been to Paris many times and I’d never noticed the arrows until this trip. Funny how things can be right under your nose, and you don’t even see them – or know what they’re for.

I took these with my android – and the selfie is in the bathroom of the bowels of l’Hotel where Oscar Wilde died. The bar in the hotel is pretty much always empty, very private, and – in the right company – impossibly romantic.

The image looking down the Seine is taken from the first spot I visit when I get to the city (Pont d’Arcole). I feel an energetic charge pulse through my body and it fills me with pure bliss. It’s not the prettiest bridge, or even the prettiest view, but the energy is amazing. The image with the street musicians is taken from another favorite spot – Pont Saint-Louis – I could spend hours here (and have) people and performer watching. And, at night, the view of the back side of Notre Dame looks pretty magical. Not far from this spot is my favorite place in the city – no pictures, though, that bit’s just for me. 😉

The image of the tree – the oldest tree in Paris (over 400 years) – is in Square René Viviani next door to Shakespeare and Company. It was after my first visit to the bookshop in 2008 that I decided to open my own (the Bookery Nook in Denver). Alas, people became more and more enamored with their electronic devices and the printed word on paper became somewhat obsolete; we closed in 2012 – c’est la vie.

Camino de Santiago {Toulouse to Finisterre; Santiago de Compestela to Bilbao, San Sebastien, Bordeaux, and Paris}




On March 30, 2016, I left Denver for Toulouse, France to begin my solo pilgrimage over the Pyrenees and across northern Spain to Finisterre {the End of the World}. I walked for six weeks (800 km) – wearing the same pants and shirt every day and carrying everything I needed on my back. It was beautiful, humbling, frustrating, painful, eye-opening, extraordinary, breathtaking, and emotional – and one year later {as I write this}, among the most meaningful experiences I’ve had – top five, for sure.


I didn’t take many pictures – it rained all but three days and I was sore and bitchy. There’s no escaping Mother Nature on Camino – you must capitulate and it will humble a person quickly. Three people that I am aware of died during the time I was walking; this is not an easy journey and to go unprepared is ill-advised.


It’s only now, a year later, that the experience is beginning to sink in.

I’m grateful for the experience and I would do it again in a heartbeat.


After I reached Finisterre, I flew from Santiago to Bilbao and spent a few days traveling northward toward Paris before flying back home to Denver. I’d say “back to reality” – but honestly, the Camino IS reality in every sense of the word.

Here’s the LINK to my Instagram page of that journey, if you’re interested; it’s here that I chronicled my adventure with my sock monkey companion, Pitou.

Here’s the LINK to the little video I made – much cooler than just the pictures, I think. 🙂



Buen Camino, wherever you are.