. . . in the middle of the north pacific ocean, on one of the most remote islands in the...
The poetry of Iceland lies, in part, with the ferocious fires, volcanic landscapes, and its counter: brisk ice. And through...
. . . a shoot today lead us back to the beach, reminding me of these shots had come across over the past week . . .
. . . and to begin the week, a few moments of calm, of flowers and breakfast, hand-written notes...
. . . this past weekend, left the city behind for a leisurely countryside drive, a stop in the most quaint café [for coffee and an exquisite slice of apricot tart], and a day in the picturesque town of gullane . . .
Anne of Green Gables : a fascinating story, very dear to my childhood, and one that remains woven into my very being.
Perhaps one of the most fascinating observations about this spectacular city is the fact that no matter how small it...
As with so many of the greatest of romances, love and tragedy go hand-in-hand. Misfortune and heartbreak seem the cruelest...
. . . and the month of august always feels a little bittersweet, as if it were the beginning of...
What is it about the sea that calls us so? For reasons of insouciant living alone, surely, it beckons as...
“We rest here while we can, but we hear the ocean calling in our dreams, And we know by the...
. . . and this weekend has been movie dates, bonbons and buttery popcorn; crystal glasses of chianti over late-night...
. . . one of those impossibly busy weeks were the lists are a million miles long and inboxes are...
. . . with summer days flying by, irresistibly drawn, more and more, to the lure of the ocean, and...
“At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment....