In 2005, I landed in Istanbul to spend a couple of weeks with my sister Joan, who had the good sense to marry a Turk, thereby acquiring access to an apartment in one of the most storied cities in the world. And here's a bit of advice. If you land in Istanbul and your sister insists that you walk off jet lag (11 hours from Chicago, where I had flown in from Seattle), put on your walking shoes. Read more about Merhaba, Stamboul!
At summer's end in Grasmere, Cumbria, in the Lake District. Where William Wordsworth wrote of daffodils.
If you go out in the woods today, teddy bears probably aren't your biggest worry.
Uprooted cedar near Lake Cushman, Olympic National Park. Read more about Feed Me!
Shottery is the suburb of Stratford-upon-Avon, where Anne Hathaway's family home stands. I was there in August of 2005.
I said something on Facebook about the many bouquets of flowers that arrived in the hands of friends for The Last Bash, so today's travel pictures take you from my house to my garden where I captured them all before they fade. The hydrangea with accompanying daisy are from my neighbor's garden. The others range from minimalist in a jar to the lush of red and pink roses, with all the glory of the summer garden in between:
Lorrie, who steals any show.
Michael and Mary and Melissa and Johannes, who make dinner taste twice as good.
Kasandra, of blessed memory. Walking home together in the early early mornings.
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20 years ago. My first Fair. Waiting for a friend outside the Dragon Gate. I hear a cheery "Hi, Barbara!" from somewhere behind and above me. I whirled around to see a woman I had met only a couple of times before, towering over me, dressed in flowing green, on a pair of stilts. Lorrie and I are good friends today. I haven't seen her on stilts lately - she loves to make costumes and entertain people on The Eight, the pathway that winds through the fairgrounds in the vague shape of a figure 8. Read more about The Wedding Party
Switches for witches. I bought two at the Oregon Country Fair!
Here's to the Oregon Country Fair!
The Grand Poobah wouldn't miss it for the world.
Legend has it that Joseph of Arimathea brought the Holy Grail to Glastonbury and buried it at the purported entrance to the Underworld at the foot of Glastonbury Tor. Read more about Magic Trees
