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On the Adriatic Sea

The Adriatic Sea

The wind brings clouds that brush their muted grey across the sky and choppy caps of white in the reflecting sea. An Island of green lush trees bridges the gap between horizons, vivid in the haze.

Our apartment is far enough away from civilization to deem going anywhere unnecessary, so we read and write and watch the changing light play across the expanse outside our window. A shallow blue cargo ship rises and falls with the tide, moored stationery since morning.

Branches dance in the breeze outside our door, movement tempered by distance, perception. The boat is barely moving. On the island all is still. And beyond, only birds can break the spell.

— Dubrovnik, Croatia

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Grey over Alsea Bay

Bridge over Alsea Bay

Salt and seabirds early morning,

monolithic grey.

Looming, in the glowing shade.

 

(Leica mini-zoom | Kodak Ektar 100)

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At The end of the landmass


It’s been an eventful 3 1/2 months bouncing around the world, and as I come back to the states over yet another ocean, the Atlantic, I’m grateful that once again, I could end my journey abroad in the glorious country of Spain.

From walking through the curious mind of Gaudi and his awe-inspiring Sagrada Familia, to some of the most delicious food I’ve ever been lucky enough to feast upon, Spain has been the icing on the cake; the belly of the pig; the gravy in the pan; the croquette’s crunch; the barnacle’s neck — I could go on indefinitely, so I’ll stop before I overreach myself.

You get the idea.

Spain is the Bee’s Knees.

But how quickly time flies.

In September I left for Bangkok. Now, I find myself sitting on the plane filling out the countries I’ve visited since departure on the customs form, watching the little white plane on the overhead screen get closer and closer to that landmass I call home. It’s yellow tail crawling slowly across the Atlantic.

Memories I’ve made in each of those countries indelibly scrawled across my mind, but it’s not over. It never really is. Now my journey begins once more in America as I make my way home. My first stop is one of my favorite cities in the world — New York City.

But first, here are some photos.

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