up above
July 1, 2009
72 hours before oaxaca and cuba.
a few days ago
May 28, 2009
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)
sometimes
May 9, 2009
i like to think the ocean is where God lives. on my drive home down the coast, i dropped by to say hello.
crashed
May 8, 2009
at a historic santa barbara hotel this evening. there was wine, cheese and crackers served before dinner and cookies and milk before bed … or so i heard. i spent the day in the field chasing the fire, then collapsed — soot in my hair and up my nose — on my giant, fluffy bed.
ten things
April 20, 2009
ten things is all i had on my list. but portland? portland added this and that and that and this and i chased it all like a birthday kid chases a piñata — the mojitos, the sunshine, the cherry blossoms, the photo books, the violin melodies and crisp air. holy moly. what a welcome.
11 reasons
April 19, 2009
why i love portland.
it is fair to say
April 18, 2009
that i am slightly (pretty much completely, absolutely, positively, no ifs ands or buts about it) overwhelmed after this weekend. i’ve got love, love and tulips, coming out my ears. #26 on the list, done and done.
lys
April 17, 2009
this one’s for you.
302 days later
April 15, 2009
(yes, i’m keeping count) i’m flying back to visit portland. i’m keeping count because as much as i whined while i lived there, portland is the place that gave and gave and got me here. home. happy. whole. so thank you, city of roses. to show my gratitude, i plan to spend my three-day weekend savoring every beautiful thing you have offer. hence, the list.
1. indulge in sweetly drizzled boccone dolce at my favorite dessert house in the world, papa haydn
2. repeat #1 for the glazed raspberry gateau
3. get lost for a few hours in the shelves of powell’s books
4. talk to faith, “feita” in my mind, until my jaw falls off
5. photograph: nw 23rd, alberta, hawthorne, belmont, burnside, the bridges, the farmer’s market (etc.etc. etc. until my index finger falls off)
6. dine with my favorite o girls on the best mac ‘n cheese the human race has ever known at montage
7. toast with a homojito to my jasoncito days at crush
8. drive to woodburn for the 24th annual tulip fest. (and some tax-free outlet shopping. chaooooooo!)
9. go with la shelli chula to la calaca comelona. sip on caipirinhas while my favorite veggie torta arrives
10. listen to john snell crack me up over take-out
en route to orlando
April 11, 2009
a few weeks back, i met her on the train. she said, “why do you keep taking pictures of everything?” i said, “because it makes me happy.” she stopped and thought about it for a second. then, she smiled and walked away.
