A recent trip to D.C.

my nephew's wedding (Georgetown),

(epic in loveliness)

an afternoon at the Smithsonian

(enrapt,

in the presence

of)

Calder mobiles,

Rothko, Matisse, Alice Neel,
Nam June Paik,

Andy Warhol...

(entrance to Warhol exhibit)

Andy Warhol

(I was too distracted by the scolding guard for taking

this photo to notice the title... it was

my favorite one of the exhibit.)

" I love butter!" - museum patron

(This made me smile, floor to ceiling.)

Nam June Paik

lovely

Loneliness, Alice Neel

I would really like this hanging in my living room.

mini road trip

Hit the road last weekend, in search of sunshine.

Since the weather reports showed that the only sunny part of the

country was going to be southern Nevada and California,

it made the decision easy. We chose to head to the Valley

of Fire, a beautiful state park in southern Nevada, and then

on to other parts...

from the valley of snow

(salt lake city)

to the valley of fire

hiking on the rocks

joshua trees,

high desert, Nevada

Cathedral Gorge State Park, Nevada

crazy chipmunk

Cathedral Gorge

Polka with Lawrence Welk

The first night, everyone else seemed to have the same idea -

campsites in Valley of Fire were full. So, we camped out in a motel room.

go Apolo!

camping in Caliente,

Nevada

night sky

Morocco

Remembering my trip to Morocco last May (and plotting another trip, in my dreams...) I took mostly video clips. Luckily I managed a few snapshots. Don't know what I was thinking. Shopping, mostly. And getting familiar with the camera I literally got the day before I left. I miss the donkeys trotting alongside cars, motorcyclists, bikes; ancient times mixed with modern. And the way they expressed their frustrations loudly, quickly returning to good humor. There was a flow amidst the chaos that was fascinating. I made some good contacts for a trip back there one day, discovered my tribe, and developed a love for Africa that will last a lifetime...

Montmarte Memories

I came across these photos I took a few years ago in Paris.

Recently, I've been traveling there in my dreams, 

 for some reason.  There was something hauntingly beautiful about

the parks, and the people in them.  They were unusually serene.

The old people were as vibrant and rosy-cheeked as

the children. It felt like heaven.