Place: How Living Here Has Changed My Life

[dropcap]T[/dropcap]his past week I was shooting a time lapse in a particularly beautiful place when visitors from, of all places, Duluth, GA, (a suburb of Atlanta with which I am very familiar) walked up. I started talking with them. They had a high school boy, probably a senior, and were visiting the Bay Area, considering moving here for his future.… Continue reading

Greece/Denmark: Day Two — Arrival in Santorini

Arrival We were met along the narrow street by a short, friendly Greek man who was to take us to the hotel. Now, keep in mind we are toting 2 large suitcases, 2 large carry ons (one of which contains my heavy camera equipment) and my small computer bag. The short, friendly Greek dude hoists one of the large, heavy… Continue reading

Heaven Is Just a 4 Mile Roundtrip

Sunday we walked to Tennessee Valley Beach. We’ve walked there several times in the past. I’ve even biked there once (thought I was going to die—so out of shape!). What made this last jaunt special was that we hiked up to a 100+ year old lookout along the ridge. According to my new Fitbit, it was the equivalent of walk… Continue reading

ATL & SFO: A Study in Contrasts

I lived in and around Atlanta, Georgia, for over 20 years. I have many friends and colleagues there. I’ve now lived in California for almost 5 years. I can not tell you how different these two areas of the country are. A former colleague’s comment to a previous post earlier today reminded me of the differences. The Atlanta area is… Continue reading

Charles Dickens an Avid Walker

I didn’t know this brilliant author wrestled so with writing and used extremely long and fast walks as his “therapy.” Dickens was from childhood an avid, even compulsive, walker. He once wrote. “I think I must be the descendant, at no great distance, of some irreclaimable tramp.” Scarcely a day went by that Dickens didn’t flee his desk and take… Continue reading

The Poshterior

Yes, tragically, I took the worst genetic markers from each of my parents. To name but two: I got my mother’s Irish complexion (easily sun burned and prone to pimples) instead of my father’s dark olive skin tone. And my father had no rear end at all; all of his weight was in his stomach. I fight to keep my… Continue reading

My Fitbit

I’m sure you noticed that my Fitbit tweets stopped for a while.  I’m confident of your concern about my exercise level.  Therefore, I update you: My original Fitbit died.  It would just turn itself off at random times.  Fitbit was good enough to replace it with no questions asked!  So now, I have a new one.  The regular (daily) updates… Continue reading