“What do you do?” I’ve always found it a little depressing that the expected answer to this very open question is a career or at least a job of some sort. I do lots of things. To to define myself as a writer (or even worse a lawyer) seems to be doing a huge part of my inner-being an injustice.
Be that as it may, there are certain activities that I enjoy and that I’ve dedicated a lot of time to, among them photography. After trying to look at my blog with a pair of fresh eyes, it occurred to me that while I like “An Out of the Way Place” as a blog, it isn’t really the ideal showcase for my photography.
I confess this photo of Venice has nothing to do with this post, but I know how you all love pictures.
So in response I decided to make a little experiment and after a little searching found some online tools to generate what I hope will be a nice showcase for my artwork. It’s still a work in progress, but if you’re interested you can see it now at https://anoutofthewayplace.jux.com/
I’m not sure that’s a permanent design or location and would love to hear all of your thoughts on what I’ve done so far, so leave a comment below!
Next up: a screenplay. Unlike most of my recent adventures, my current challenge involves sitting in one place for the better part of a month. I’ve agreed to write a screenplay for a director I know and the time to delivery is a scant one month. That means long nights of staring at my little screen with beady, red eyes.
Green and Purple
Fortunately I have accumulated quite a back log of places to write about so I can still share some beautiful out of the way places I’ve been to recently. Take Burano for instance Continue reading
The weeks of travel I had first planned have now turned into years. Friends and strangers often ask me if I get tired from all the traveling. I don’t know if I get tired, but there are times when I feel one part of my life has been neglected at the expense of another. A life of continuous travel, constantly surround by new friends and new places, makes balance a rarely achieved ideal. As a result I’ve found my mind hungering for stimulation and challenge, something more satisfying than the small plaques that adorn displays in museums, more involved than the writing of a one-page post.
To find the time for this concentration and reflection I sought out a place to settle for a while. Of course homelessness makes Continue reading