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Today, in lieu of a regular post, I’d like to offer you Robert Frost’s 1920 poem, Christmas Trees. Regardless...
Today, in lieu of a regular post, I’d like to offer you Robert Frost’s 1920 poem, Christmas Trees. Regardless...
“Each winter as the year grows older we each grow older, too. The chill sets in a little colder;...
The recent essay on social media, distraction and unhappiness (Is Facebook Making Us Stupid?) attracted some thoughtful comments and...
The link escapes me right now, but I recall reading an idea someone had recently, to photograph Christmas trees,...
I just didn’t think it would be so tough. In September I returned to Delhi, for the first time...
As I mentioned a few weeks back, the 28th and 29th were scheduled for some blog updates and maintenance....
While Facebook continues to grow it's worth asking what the growing what the growing distraction economy is doing to...
Another year, another birthday. Of course, I can’t really complain. This past year has been an extraordinarily full and...
“To live for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the...
Are you becoming a better photographer than musician? That’s the challenging question a few people have asked me in...
This past week has been something out of the ordinary. I’m here in Adelaide, visiting family and tackling a...
In recent weeks I’ve fielded a number of questions, all of them in offline conversations, about my approach to...
Tonight I’ll be flying out to Adelaide for a week. Another load of packing, another long haul flight, another...
There is an idea, attributed to Sigmund Freud, that life essentially consists of work and love. The absence of...
It’s been a while since the last post. Sometimes blogging is a funny game – it feels like one...
Superstition doesn’t play a role in my worldview and the idea that we can “tempt fate” by talking about...