Sunrise over Yavapai point on the south rim of the Grand Canyon, Arizona. At 6:45 a.m. it was hailing and my fingers nearly froze off trying to get a few photos. Touch screens in the cold make me miss having old fashioned cameras with shutter buttons!
The fog and the snow clouds dispersed pretty quickly and after we warmed up a bit we decided to drive up to Desert view (above) and then Moran point (below). Every passing minute seemed to bring out new color and richer detail. I really wish we’d had more time there.
Eventually we headed back to Vegas (which will get its own post) on historic Route 66 (get your kicks on …) passing the marker for Chloride, America’s oldest inhabited mining (ghost) town, and the Hoover Dam once we’d crossed into Nevada.
Sigh. I don’t know about Vegas but I know I’ll be back here someday.
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Jami Masjid, views. I loved the space, the light, the silence as soon as I took my shoes off and entered the sahn (courtyard). And as we neared the musalla I think I gasped (more…)
I’m sure you’ve looked at an exhibit somewhere and thought, “Hmm, if I remember my history lessons right, around this time, this war was happening in X country.” Or if you’re like me, “I wish I could remember anything at all from my boring history lessons. I wonder what was happening in India and China and the Ottoman empire when this painter was capturing this!” (more…)
Funny stuff in Kreutzberg
Grumpy cat had a message, I was reminded that I cannot wait for the Ab Fab movie, and in dry German fashion, a witty name for a minimalist coffee shop – all in the Kreutzberg area of fun restaurants and a gazillion coffee shops that all smelled good and all seemed full even on a Monday afternoon.
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Perfect weather came back later in my Stockholm week, but by Day 2, Sunday, the clouds were out. Monday was chilly. Tuesday was damp and cold. These photos are from Sunday and Monday. World Water Week officially started at 9 a.m. on Sunday (really) and after several panels, seminars, and plenaries, I went on a Bridges of Stockholm boat tour, from which I caught sunset over the water and viewed a lot of “Functional Architecture,” which I thought was quite nifty with their floor-to-ceiling windows. On a side note, I don’t know if the tour guide made that up or was translating something (more…)
Stockholm presented a face that was picture postcard perfect. The weather was warmer than my app had predicted, the sun was out, the sky was cloudless and the waters bluer than I’ve seen anywhere in a long time. Everything was welcoming, everything seemed to whisper, “Stay, stay, this is where you belong.” I didn’t fall for it (see what I did there?) Good weather is always followed by ridiculous cold. (And it was.) Anyway, I got in at about 1:30 on Saturday afternoon — sans luggage, that’s a different story — with the rest of my afternoon free and a rumbling tummy, so I hoofed it up the street, maneouvering sort of by instinct, kinda by map, away from Vasagatan (more…)
A touch of Portugal in Siolim, Goa – we’re in a 350 year old heritage property with beautiful tiled floors, wooden furniture, and the most wonderful airy, cool rooms. There are two rectangular step wells on the property, lovely common spaces, a patisserie, Blackie the dog + two turtles. The swimming pool is gorgeous, there’s yoga in the morning and a (pricey) masseur. I can’t wait to unwind. It’s been a long, busy month and I’ve been racing against the clock with work, launching a new podcast (episode 2 is out today @LSDcast) and then the Goa project or #tgp2016, where I was co-managing a track on interactive media.
Today is the first day I’ve had time to breathe! But, first a nap.
Oh, and all the rooms are named after places, our room is Damão, the Portuguese name for Daman.
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Sigiriya. Monastery turned fortress/ palace turned monastery –1,200 stairs of which I did several twice (don’t ask) and I have to wonder, how athletic were the monks and courtiers who did this multiple times a day? Or did they just lower baskets down for their groceries? Then I end up wondering about how they found footholds to paint these beautiful (very non-celibate) pictures on the sheer rock face.
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