– a collection of thoughts and photographs – Reproductions do not even begin to capture the depth of color in Monet’s paintings The Eiffel Tower is ridiculously hard to photograph Even in foreign countries, people ask me for directions I fell in love with this painting by Renoir, Le Garçon au chat Paris is strikingly […]Read More Impressions of Paris
I love Brighton. Like love love. There is something about the little seaside city that speaks to a piece of my soul. Part of it comes from having studied abroad at the University of Sussex in 2015; part of it comes from just how absolutely bizarre the place is. Brighton is a city of liminal […]Read More Oh! Yeah! Brighton!
I needed something to do a few days ago, and one of my biggest regrets of my study abroad was not having pictures of Brighton itself because I saw it all the time and it just became regular, so I decided to charge up my camera battery and head over to Leeds Town Hall to […]Read More Around Town in Leeds
I suffer from a disease known as Starts a Blog and Fails to Update After an Average of Six Posts. It isn’t catching, but I do suspect it’s quite common. In any case, yes, I am still alive. Leeds is currently trying to freeze me out of my mind with snow–something we have not seen […]Read More First – By Way of Update
During an evening dink-around on Google Maps, testing the distance between Castle Howard and York, I came upon an unexpected gem. As I zoomed out, Google, in all of its analytical glory, elected to show results related to my recent searches. What should appear right above my blinking dot on the map but an attractive […]Read More The Penguins of Harewood House
You are hereby highly encouraged to read the above title in a voice like the Swedish Chef’s. Cheryl and I traveled to York because, well, it’s York, and we’re in Yorkshire, and you just don’t go to Yorkshire without going to York. Or you do, but you make a terrible mistake. We opted for the bus, finding […]Read More York – York – York
The title is my lame attempt at a McElroy Brothers reference. This post is about Cheryl’s and my trip to the Yorkshire Dales and Horton-in-Ribblesdale. Though, if you can guess the reference, I’ll give you twenty brownie points–redeemable for actual brownies should you decide to sign up for a punch card today. Our Dales day […]Read More Get Ribbled with These Handsome Dales
Suffice it to say that I would have been completely and utterly lost without my sister and my hosts. Who would have picked me up from the airport? Who would have told me it was okay to cry in the pub where Cheryl got asked if she was Swedish? Who would have taken me to […]Read More It’s Never as Easy as You Think, eh?
I’m convinced that packing is something the devil does for fun. I hate packing. I have always hated packing. I’m the type of person who takes joy out of comfort–the person who will wear a coat and a beach hat and shorts at the same time if it means the sun is out of my […]Read More Embarkations