There’s a wickedness to not exploring the past–not the past that’s contrived and shoved down your throat by a committee of people with an agenda. Go to the old buildings and listen to them speak to you. Find that little piece of a battlefield still untrammeled by suburbs. In the distance you hear a lawnmower […]
There’s a special gift that only some people have of capturing the essence of life, the fleeting, joyous moments when creativity and enthusiasm combine to conjure up worlds not before imagined. Some people blur the lines between what is real and what is fantasy. They rarely follow herds and often must live in the backwoods […]
In a melancholy mood this grey Monday morning after a rain storm knocked down the last of the leaves from the trees. The northeast of America is so lovely and the beauty of a life well-lived is sublime. The Japanese are huge fans of Tasha.