Months have roared passed - September, October, November, December, January, February - and I have arrived at the sixth month mark. This moment has traditionally represented a pivotal moment, the halfway point to something new, the vantage point off a mountain's peak from which I could see where I've been and where I was headed … Continue reading Six Months
I have been in Madrid just over three months. I am still a visitor.
While I'll enjoy writing and traveling, the thing that's giving me the greatest thrill at the moment is photography
Some images from my new home.
10 Cities/10 Years was the scaffolding upon which I built my life; now I can stand without it.
In the months since we returned, the two of us have chatted often about how our time in Spain has stuck with us. Just last night, she texted me, "It's hard to put into words just how amazing it really was."
I have visited 40 of the 50 states, lived in 10 (plus one district) and driven across vast swaths of this nation's undeveloped land, yet I've never even been to Canada.
Already, the conversations I've had or been party to have illuminated my reasons for doing this project. I'm surrounded by people in their late teens to early twenties, that age when uncertainty about and anticipation for the future are measured in equal doses. Plans are being made, most of which will be abandoned within the next 4 years, if not the next 4 weeks.