Every time I set foot inside the Jardin du Luxembourg, I am assaulted by a cacophony of sounds. Birds nestled upon sprigs, their choruses and calls blanketing the…Continue readingMarie’s Garden
These were some of the first pictures I took back in 2012. Thirty-four days spent reconnecting with that part of my fears, and dreams, and doubts, and…Continue readingReflections
Once upon a time, I fancied myself an amateur film critic. Yeah, arrogance is bliss. But it was more than just about an ego trip. By reviewing films,…Continue readingBack In The Day
Pont de la Tournelle. Paris is a city of bridges. 37, to be exact. Pont de la Tournelle happens to be my favorite. During my first trip to…Continue readingWhy I Miss…
It’s been almost six weeks since returning from a 3-month stay in Paris. I’m still processing. Still reflecting. Still pondering. But, mostly, thawing. While I was safely tucked…Continue readingA Slow Thaw
