Thoughts on music, travel, and the quiet spaces in between. Written from the California coast, wherever the road leads.
Gânduri despre muzică, călătorii și viața dintre ele. Scris de pe coasta Californiei sau de pe unde mă duce drumul.
I opened the cabinet, and that jar of lentils reminded me of a flat stone wall I’d photographed on one of my walks from Little River to Mendocino.
The other night I watched The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, and near the end there’s a scene with a glass orb in a hospice window. It reminded me of a similar orb I’d photographed in a store window in Mendocino a year or so ago.
To be continued...