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Coriolistic Anachronisms | A photography blog oscillating between New York, Vancouver and Cape Town, gathering HDR photos and jotting notes along the way
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Flying East, Sinking South

The pause button has been pressed - this blog will rest some more while I visit Cape Town and deal with the departure of a feline best friend

It has been a rough and challenging ride. The journey is far from over. With a thousand memories of a cat clashing daily with a million bits of reality, there are still hurdles, and those only lead to check-points, which in turn open dark chasms…

Godspeed ‘Storbie

Our dearest Estorbo, best friend and third leg of the tripod, sails on to the Undying Lands

I will post more about that exceptional cat when I have pieced my heart together. For now, I’ll again let Tolkien do the talking, it’s so much easier. Marie and I just left our kitty at the Haven, bound for the Undying Lands with the Elves,…

I Did Nothing

A gloomy reflection on the years spent living in a megapolis

Thinking back to the Cuban refugees, I have also been pondering our own situation these days and past. Sure, Marie and I have been living our lives for years like Formula One drivers on the Monaco race track, through an urban tangle of chicanes and tight turns,…

We Run

For various reasons, illustrated with Hudson River snapshots

Some run to win, others not to lose. Some run to look, others to be seen. I’ve seen many run because of looks. They are trying to be winners. I just run, I reckon. It runs in my blood. Running intrepidly by the museum It’s…

Fall Was Straggling, Summer Had Gone

What if your weekend outing to the Delaware Water Gap yielded mixed results and ended in dreadful traffic?

The Zipcar is dirty. Again. Its seats are stained and you sit down uneasily. The windshield reluctantly shows you the world through a slightly foggy film embedded with fingerprints, the ghost of multiple GPS-mount suction bites, and nicotine. But behind you is a full load…