Aug 22
It’s still hard to say what exactly made our day so cool. Maybe it was that “everything is its own reward,” and I couldn’t help thinking about all the little moments that had led us to North Beach, and where all of our paths would lead us after.
I came to Sacramento to revel in silence; to be in a place where I know no one and no one knows me. I came to process, to think or not think, whatever my mood; to speak or not speak. I came for that thing called solitude.
The fireworks prove tricky to photograph – especially getting certain things like exposure and focus right. That’s when I decide to turn off my camera’s auto-focus, twist the lens and blur the suckers to a point beyond recognition.
“These are called suckers,” my dad tells me, pointing to a small shoot on the tomato plant growing in the fork between two branches. Strangely, the more I learn about pruning these suckers, the more I learn about the writing life.
Last time we’d checked, we were in Washington D.C., but with such a structure before us, its limestone exterior gleaming against the bold blue sky, we couldn’t help thinking we’d somehow found our way to Paris.
Jun 27
“I was stationed in Norfolk, Virginia, for a while, about which the less said the better, and then I was in the Mediterranean, about which the more said the better.” —Harry Matthews, American author Brief note: this is my entry into the TBEX Blog Carnival Contest sponsored by Choice Hotels International Services Corp via Cambria [...]
May 7
“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something.” –J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit My brother is currently somewhere in Arizona, half-way between point A–Kansas–and point B–southern California. When I mentioned this trip to a group of friends on Thursday, they said, “That guy is always driving.” It’s true. Since transferring to a small [...]
Jan 19
“My favorite thing is to go where I’ve never been.” –Diane Arbus Little Sweden USA. It’s an unusual title to hear no matter where you happen to be in the States, but perhaps even more so in a place like Kansas. But such is the claim to fame held by Lindsborg, a little town in [...]
Jan 8
“I give you Chicago. It is not London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from snout to tail.” –H. L. Mencken, American journalist and essayist Chicago will forever be Paris to my parents. “We’ll always have Chicago,” I [...]
Jan 5
It’s been a while since I’ve made an audio slideshow, but today I came across more great examples on my favorite travel writing website, World Hum–inspiring slideshows like Abbie Kozolychk‘s “The Family Jewels” and an older one I just discovered, Doug Mack‘s Not-So-Flattering Views of Famous European Landmarks. I love the way the slideshows let [...]
Hello! My name is Candace and I'm a traveling writer, photographer, and sketch artist. Four years ago, I fell in love...but with the world, not "the one." This journey has taken me from a pearl farm in the South Pacific to a rickshaw run across India. The Great Affair is all about seeking inspiration, opening yourself up to the world, and falling in love with the adventure it offers. I'm glad you're here!
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