For now, however, a glimpse of the Karoo’s perfect solitude.
Soon to be joining Marie down in beautiful Cape Town, I was having coffee high above Midtown this morning, the hot air thick with moisture and haze beginning to smear a jagged skyline, and I pondered the insanity of our modern lifestyle. Can a human being really work fifty weeks a year, barely threading water…Details
With a trip to South Africa finally approaching, my year-long, city-must, day-to-day rat-race-controlling concentration is breaking up and I catch myself thinking about road trips and the many marvelous animals we see there. The fact that in North America we get two weeks’ vacation time out of the fifty-two our planet grants us while chasing its tail…Details
At first there was one, we tracked it all night, pointing fingers like children in a zoo. Then there were two. A night later, three. Now there are so many we lose count. It’s not the woods, of course, but for a New York City neighborhood, it’s quite pleasant. They fly around us and light…Details
A few months ago, while a moody winter hiccuped erratically across the Eastern Seaboard, I blew the proverbial fuse and blasted off our Brooklyn island and unto uncharted territory at the wheel of a Zipcar. Poor Marie had been tied up at her computer with aggressively lively deadlines, and I just had to see the…Details