This sense of extreme isolation turned individuals into family tribes. From one to five to twelve friends, assorted nationalities and various tattoos, we found ourselves playing games on the beach. Snorkeling, singing karaoke together. . .
After three weeks of family vacation, we were bound to hit a grey point. Though no one ever wants to believe the break-in-routine-brightness of a vacation can dim, it’s inevitable.
From behind their wire fences on the fields of Lindisfarne, sheep resemble a hug on four legs. They seem to grow out of the English soil as commonly as hairgrass. […]
Flying into Queenstown airport – ZQN – gives new solemnity to the invention of arm rests. Wobbling through cloud-hatted peaks, the plane searches for that tell-tale paved strip at the base of the Remarkables, while rows of pale fingers clench the sides of plastic seats.
Every detail of Courtney’s wedding – from the aquamarine hues of the bridesmaid dresses to the destination itself in Nassau, Bahamas – had been planned around water. The groomsmen stood […]
Giants have been here, one thinks of Joshua Tree National Park. The debris of their existence – boulders crashed and piled and sculpted into incomprehensible shapes – seems to prove that someone bigger […]
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