Entries Tagged as 'Photographs'

End of the Line

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Traveling Wilburys - End Of The Line Well it's alright, riding around in the breeze. Well it's alright, if you live the life you please. Well it's alright, even if the sun don't shine. Well it's alright, we're going to the end of the line.


On Flying

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I wrote the following in my journal on April 1st, 2010, while flying from Santa Cruz, Bolivia to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I offer no other commentary, well, here: I think it's neat. How wondrous to watch the shadow of one's own airplane slip across the fields and homes below. How can I guess what effect [...]


Adventures with Trina, Part 3: Uyuni

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Following our time on La Isla del Sol, Trina and I returned to La Paz for one night then headed south on an overnight bus to Uyuni. This little mining town is in the southwest, in the department of Potosí and near the border with Chile. Tourists arrive in Uyuni as a jumping off point [...]


Buenos Días, Buenos Aires

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When do I engage the present? When do I embrace that which is happening right right now with its hand in my face and its stink all up in my snoz? Right. When in the history of humankind will I finish processing photographs from three weeks ago and declare fit for consumption some narrative so [...]


101 and Counting

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On Sunday January 3rd, I received a totally reasonable haircut from—get this—the Supercuts in North Beverly, across the street from Texaco and the 128 on-ramp. Oh, life! On the morning of January 4th, I waited in the Miami airport and ate guava pastries. Brittney had arrived back in San Francisco that morning from Hawaii to [...]


Closing Time in Bolivia

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All good things must end. One must always return to the source. So it goes. Wipe your nose. I am back in Santa Cruz for a limited engagement, having flown in from Sucre on Saturday. I leave Bolivia on Thursday for Buenos Aires, Argentina. I will be, for the first time on this trip, entering [...]


A Good Day in Cochabamba

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How do I even begin with this day? The day was Thursday the 4th of March in the year 2010. I love Cochabamba. It happened suddenly—that morning, I think, in fact, yes. I love Cochabamba. I don't know how to describe this sentiment really. I don't even know how to describe this city fully. But [...]