We first spoke via satellite.
Me — a fresh out of college newbie photographer with no prospects — him, a seasoned professional from New York City, now helming a small photo staff up north in Michigan. Read More…
The Spiritual Wanderer
We first spoke via satellite.
Me — a fresh out of college newbie photographer with no prospects — him, a seasoned professional from New York City, now helming a small photo staff up north in Michigan. Read More…
I’m not a big fan of snakes.
So why am I on top of a tower, overlooking the enormous reptile slithering down below me, like it has for more than 2,000 years?
On a mirror-calm bay, on a see-forever day, we scattered my aunt and uncle’s ashes. They died within months of each other over the past year and we took them back to northern Canada, to the cottage they built so long ago.
The email started out innocuously enough.
“Curtis, word on the street is that you will barnstorm through our hamlet soon.”
Yes, true. I was headed to San Francisco to see my good buddy & former college roommate, Kurt. But this wasn’t from him.
“I doubt you want to do this after a long flight, but I’ll throw it out there anyway.”
Hmmm … okay.
“I’m getting a “routine” colonoscopy and need someone to chaperone me home.” Read More…