Lina and Stéphane in a cave under behind a waterfall in the Midi-Pyrenees region of France.
Life Is A Slow Harold
My grandfather passed away on July 21st of this year. I was on the train to Montreal with a good friend, telling him about my grandfather the moment my mother called me with the news. He was a dedicated francophile so I initially marked his passing with as much French culture, language, and food as I could find in Quebec.
We had a celebration of his life two weeks ago in Newport, OR, where he lived the last few years of his life. He moved from Costa Mesa, CA (near Newport Beach) with my grandmother, who passed last year, a few years before. One of his favorite pastimes seemed to be photographing us grandchildren as we ate. He is full Greek, his parents emigrated from Constantinople in 1900, and maybe it delighted him to see us stuffing our faces. Or maybe it was just weird timing. Either way, as soon as we would sit down to eat we could hear the click and manual wind up of his disposable camera.
So I went ahead and documented us eating at his celebration.
Clinging to some crags, I boulder up the side of Arthur’s Seat, a 350-million-year-old volcanic outcrop carved by glaciers. Looking down on the valley and ignoring the city behind me, I can convince myself I’m in the backcountry.
My latest essay, on climbing Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh, from the Summit County Voice.
Totally outed myself as a huge nerd by knowing the episode of Star Trek: Enterprise Karsten’s friend here had a big part on.
George Basil’s master class on the most essential of comedy bits to have in your bit belt.
Crossing Khardung La, my latest photo essay in the Summit County Citizens Voice.
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Graffiti training grounds in Shoreditch, East London. A sign to the left advertised for a graffiti school.
Edinburgh’s Waverley Station and Balmoral Hotel the night after the Fringe.
My latest article in the Summit County Citizens Voice on the last days of the Edinburgh Fringe.
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