a million moths.

i woke up with such a deep yearning to travel some place far way, it hurt. i sat on the edge of my bed and felt my heart ache with wanderlust. i heard a clock tick, tick, tick furiously in my head. i wanted to grab my camera and bolt out the door in my pajamas, run until i reached india or greece or mexico city or brazil. before this day ends, i promised myself, i will buy a plane ticket. and so i did. to cuba and oaxaca. i will be there for 16 days in july. just me and my camera … and my pajamas. 

* photos: london 2006 (shot with my old palm pilot)