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Barossa Valley, Australia
Barossa Valley, Australia
11/5/20240 Comments
Barossa Valley. Drove up from Adelaide this morning.
Dry, golden hills rolling by. Arrived in Tanunda.
Walked the rows of gnarled old shiraz vines.
Plump grapes hanging heavy, waiting for harvest.
The earth smelled of sunbaked clay.
Met the winemaker in the cellar door.
Tasted a flight of his ( Read more... ) -
Kangaroo Island, Australia
I went to Kangaroo Island.
Off Australia's south coast.
Took the ferry from Cape Jervis.
Drove my car onboard.
Cliffs and beaches.
Eucalyptus and she-oaks.
Koalas dozing in trees.
Seals basking on rocks.
Kangaroos, of course. Mobs of them.
Bounding across fields. Silhouettes at dusk.
Emus too. Big birds. Flightless.
Stayed in a cabin. ( Read more... ) -
The Poppy
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It was an overcast morning. The wind was blowing from the north. I drove out to the British Normandy Memorial, just outside the village of Ver-sur-Mer. When I arrived, there was no one else there. It was quiet, except for the sound of the wind.
I walked up to the memorial, a series of white stone pillars rising ( Read more... ) -
Messy hair, Rouen, France.
Woke up late.
Hair's a mess, sticking out every which way.
Stumbled to the bathroom mirror.
Stared at my reflection in this cramped Rouen apartment.
Ran my fingers through the tangles, but they wouldn't cooperate.
Oh well. C'est la vie.
Some days are like that.
Might as well embrace the chaos.
Snapped a quick selfie, messy locks and all.
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Final resting place of Claude Monet. Giverny, France
I stand before Monet's grave.
The day is cold, the sky gray.
Giverny's church in the near distance.
His years of color, now faded.
Impressions of a life fully lived.
Resting in the earth he once painted.
An artist's eternal palette.
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Le Jardin d'Eau, Water Gardens
I walked near Le Jardin d'Eau.
The famous water gardens in Giverny.
That inspired Monet's paintings.
His luminous water lilies and tranquil ponds.
I saw the Japanese bridge he built.
And stood before the weeping willows.
The wisteria and bamboo.
That he planted with care.
In this garden sanctuary.
Where light dances on water.
And Monet's vision ( Read more... ) -
Climbing the 18 Steps in Chongqing
I walked up the 18 steps in Chongqing today.
The air was thick with humidity, the sun hidden by smog.
Each step felt like a mountain, my legs burning.
At the top, I paused to catch my breath.
Looking out over the sprawling city of millions.
Gleaming skyscrapers and ramshackle houses.
All stacked and jumbled together.
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Saturday Drive to Wat Phra That Doi Saket
This Saturday had started like any other. I was in Chiang Mai, the northern region of Thailand, a land known for its mountains, traditional temples, and the laid-back atmosphere that stands in stark contrast to the bustling, chaotic energy of Bangkok. But today I felt a random urge to get behind the wheel, take a random drive, and see where the ( Read more... )
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