oregon trails

snow

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.
– Sylvia Plath

city of glass

Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within…By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.
-Paul Auster, City of Glass

under the bridge

 

 

shadow on the sun

blue skies

AM shadows, bryant park

PM shadows, NYPL

rest in peace, tim hetherington and chris hondros

http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/04/20/parting-glance-tim-hetherington/

where the sun rises (pt 1)

red-orange sun: en route from hiroshima to tokyo

floating torri gate in miyajima (an island off hiroshima)

temple on miyajima

more red. at the golden pavilion in kyoto.

prayers

prayers ii

small

fast