Missing books

For Marie, in honor of the many amazing books that have contributed to shaping us into who we are, and in memory of our childhood, of which, undoubtedly, the best part is remembering. In a childish, “I-wanna-do-like-mommy” reaction to many posts about books and reading, I suddenly find myself missing my own books. Looking up…

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Decadence

Answering an email this morning about Tim Farrar’s FFDD, I found myself wondering where time flies. Gone are the days when I could afford to go stroll aimlessly around the Seawall at sunset, night after night, hunting for the one stunning sky that only HDR could render, and then going back home and spending hours…

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La madrugada

Up at 5:00 am this morning, I looked back lovingly at my awful Grand-Canyon-like bed and sighed. It would be 40 hours until I saw a bed again. I then proceeded towards the kitchen, nailing my foot on the vacuum cleaner abandoned in the door way. Vacuum cleaners – who needs them, really? All I…

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