Young Monks, Bhutan

PHOTO BY Yeshi Phuntsho


We travel for this: to settle in to our body and connect with our heart; to savor diversity; to be surprised; to remain flexible.

We travel to remind ourselves that compassion must overwhelm narrow–mindedness and fear, and that we are a part of the human community.

Castello di Vicarello, Italy

PHOTO BY Beth Evans


Taking the waters – an ancient path to cleansing, healing and rejuvenation. The concept has changed over time. What was once an integrated experience of personal health and social interaction has now become more purely self-focused.

SPA – Salud Per Aqua – ‘healing through water’

Furo, baden, sauna; hammam, temescal, mineral and mud; the waters of the Ganges, the Dead Sea, of Lourdes; the Baths of Caracalla
and the Springs of Saratoga.

Everywhere on our travels we see testimony of man’s desire to immerse himself in the waters, to connect with their restorative power, to rest in their cleansing and purifying embrace.

Agra Fort, India

PHOTO BY Brad Franklin


Man’s heavy footprint has scarred much of this earth. His hand, though, with tapering fingers and opposable thumb, coupled with a brain that yearns for the sublime, has left behind creations of indescribable beauty that we must see.

Some favorites: Lascaux Cave (Dordogne), Fragment of the Face of a Queen (New York), Elephanta Cave (Mumbai), Taj Mahal (Agra), Sainte Chapelle upper chapel (Paris), Scrovegni Chapel (Padua), Voronet and Sucevita monasteries (Bucovina), Abbeys of Senanque and Silvacane (Provence)

Mahale, Tanzania

PHOTO BY Michael Lorentz


Luxury in travel is defined by
who you meet,
what you see,
when you have the encounter and
how it comes to pass…
a reward at the end of a taxing climb or, serendipitously,
a face to face encounter in a quiet forest clearing

Yunnan, China

PHOTO BY Jeff Fuchs


It is the journey that’s important,
be it a pilgrimage for the soul or a
caravan for the coffers.

The earth is marked with the tracery of ancient trade routes along which feet and hooves have trod. They tell stories of war and love, of human toil and weariness. Stretching across continents and back through time, they echo with campfire conversation and song and the cadence of ceremony.

The journey’s spoken purpose is only part of the story, however, for the desire to take to the road is rooted in the human condition. Caribou Eskimos call it the Great Unrest.


PHOTO BY Vince Burton Photography


Dance with joy.

The world is a place of wonder.

Musee d’Orsay, Paris

PHOTO BY Jeremy Lindblad


A glimpse of irresistible Paris, through the window, through the mind’s eye.
Architecture first, then art, food, light next.

It is often said that there is little need for guidance in a city, for another’s insight. Not true. We have extraordinary friends who can give you, in an intimate and anecdotal way, a Paris you have only read about. Storybook stuff, but all true.

Ana Yela, Marrakech

PHOTO BY Bernd Kolb


Travel is a tale unfolding, a journey
toward the center,
a peeling away of the visible to reach the ineffable.

Who doesn’t love a story? We are all children at heart,
longing to be wrapped in the
melodic voice of the storyteller,
reaching deep into our imaginations toward the magical, conjurors of the
One Thousand and One Nights.

Costa Rica

PHOTO BY Mayra Ameneiros


Travel provides a context for life.
Travel memories make photos breathe and imagination become material.

These perfectly zipped feathers blur into an iridescent wing, flashing through the thick Amazonian canopy.
Squawks echo through the forest, and humidity slicks the skin.

We travel, I believe, because we yearn for more than the photograph.

O Cabreiro, Spain


At its very essence, travel is about movement.

The simplest of societies – hunters and gatherers – move constantly
in search of food.
Nomads herd flocks from summer to winter pasture. Sailors follow the winds and traders an age-old network of routes.

Pilgrims of all faiths journey to places of spiritual power in greater numbers today than ever before: Bodh Gaya, Mecca, Allahabad, Jerusalem, Amritsar, Santiago de Compostela.

The journey without reflects the more meaningful journey within.


PHOTO BY Jeremy Lindblad


These are the shapes of a perfect world. Would that we didn’t have to live
so close to reality.

Dance even when you are sad;
love even when times are hard.
Seek out those who share kindly, and be compassionate, be hopeful.

A new year is upon us.

Ballylinch Stud, Ireland

PHOTO BY Asuncion Pineyrua


Tenderness lives where the touch is lightest and the heart lingers.
Souls speaking to each other in the quiet.

It is a sharing, not a possessing, between two beings.

Wineglass Bay, Tasmania

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Who would have thought to find
at the edge of the world a
bay so graceful, a beach so perfect,
and water of such clarity?

They say that here, one giant step
from Antarctica, is the
is the purest air on earth.

Neues Museum, Berlin

PHOTO BY Victor Barcy


An architect builds in a particular geography and at a specific moment in history. It may not be our geography or our history and so, to understand the structure, we must understand the moment in which it was conceived — that particular time that is not our time or our place.

Likewise, in order to understand a place and its culture, we may look to its architecture in its particularity, as a prideful
statement of the culture’s status.

Recall the great, world-wide sigh of relief when, during the mass bombings of WWII, it was announced that Paris was not burning

Ibera Wetlands, Argentina

PHOTO BY Fabian Laghi


This is a place where land floats on water;
where caimans soak in the shallows
and capybaras graze on flowers;
where marsh deer nestle in tall grasses,
and otters weave through the lagoons.

This watery paradise of islands, lakes and marshes,
planted with lilies and willows, ceibas and palms,
is a Mecca for birds.
And on the shore dart foxes, wildcats and wolves.

This is a place of magic.

Lencois Maranheses, Brazil

PHOTO BY Bobby Betenson


We are all different kinds of travelers.

Some of us thrive on rubbing shoulders in the marketplace,
skipping to the urban tempo,
finding friendship in the artisan’s handshake.

Others travel with a sensory repertoire disengaged from the human sort.
They find deep meaning in stillness,
and recalibrate the orientation of their lives in the awesome magnificence of the natural world.

Cusco, Peru

PHOTO BY Condor Travel


“You know where you are coming from but not where you are going”

Mysteries in the well of the past.

The strivings and yearning, the trials and errors – we have a beautiful planet strewn with mementos of other times.
They fire the imagination and move the human core.

They help us understand our past and offer us a roadmap to the future.

Lake Inlay, Burma

PHOTO BY Jeremy Lindblad


I have watched fishermen all over the world. Whether with line, rod, basket, or net, the requirements of the job are the same: focus, patience and a solitariness that feels bone deep. The evening and dawn hours are their friend; the invisible world beneath the water’s surface is
fathomable only to them.

I believe that an Inlay Lake fisherman would have more to share with a Chilean angler than with his compatriot, the rice farmer of the Irawaddy Delta.

Communities of knowledge and passion, these are the invisible threads that create the
global human web.

Lindblad Cove, Antarctica

PHOTO BY James Balog


What is it that brings us such
distances to such places,
Where a dorsal fin of ice floats in a pristine stillness,
and penguins play.
This is not our place; we are only visitors who come to marvel at a world of fierce purity and then return to one we have worn ragged.


PHOTO BY Brad Franklin


I love cheetahs and lions, but how can you not travel
to the heart of India to meet a tiger!

Dar Ahlam, Morocco

PHOTO BY Maisons des Reves


Poised between two worlds: the sedentary one of village and farm, the other, on the hoof, across an ocean of sand.

If the desert appears empty, sterile and naked, to the nomad it is a library of signs. Using its fine mosaic of wind, water and animal tracks, as well as the vestiges of past lives – pottery shards, arrow tips, rock paintings – he navigates its hostile, thirsty vastness.

Ananda, Himalayas

PHOTO BY Mark Sands


Places, like people, have their auras. I have felt this power in the mountains of Mexico, the heart of Java, in the Himalayan foothills and mountains, on a desiccated Turkish coast. The numinous quality of these sacred sites comes from their geology and perhaps, even, from their geographical coordinates. Sages, attracted by their energy, by their hardness and isolation, by the jungles and the caves and the belching craters, came here to contemplate and to study. The Himalayan foothills, once home to rishis, brilliant Vedic poets, are still the realm of sages and seers. It is here that the Upanishads, the most ancient philosophical texts of the Hindus, were sung.


PHOTO BY Simon Belcher


Travel awakens fantasy just as it highlights reality.Elephants, spiraling towards an “extinction vortex”, are our higher selves.

Go to Africa, marvel at the beauty of the land and its wildlife,and then join the fight.

South Georgia, Southern Atlantic

PHOTO BY Peter Hanneberg


Most of us inhabit the middle zone.
The challenge is to stretch to the limit of our capacity, to reach deep into the fertile valleys of our imagination, and to voyage to
the edges of this earth.


PHOTO BY Beverly Joubert


I am poised between heartache and rage
For the slash, burn and fouling of our world.
We must rally. There are conservation initiatives that deserve our support.

New Zealand


When we travel it is important to be mindful of the geology, and the geography, of the place we are in.

Everything natural and cultural takes its shape from the rock upon which it lies.

Campi ya Kanzi, Kenya

PHOTO BY Nicola Tonolini


Our travels begin in the imagination, long before the body is set in motion; and they do not end when we return home.

The sounds, sights and smells, the newly learned and, even, the glancingly felt, continue to echo, refracting as they filter, like dust motes, through the thickness of our lives.

And so one travels once, in real time, and then forever more in ways perhaps
even more meaningful.

Serengeti-Mara, East Africa

PHOTO BY Michael Lorentz


You can fall in love with a place as you
do with a person.
In the beginning, there is that recognition, a sense of coming home, of belonging.

As time passes, when others mourn the changes and find fault, you only see lengthening shadows reaching across the dazzling landscape you so love.
Where your souls are intertwined.

Your relationship is now mature, and you love in spite of – even because of – the imperfections.
Deep love is never wrong, is not evanescent. It endures through time.

Cesarea, Israel

PHOTO BY Dreamstime


Some scars must be touched in order to understand the magnitude of the wound.

To comprehend a people, their way of life, their dreams and their challenges, you must travel there to see for yourself.


PHOTO BY Julien Collet


There is a Corsican saying

“If you live in Corsica, when you die and go to Paradise,you will be disappointed.”

Black and green schist, red and white granite, snowcapped peaks, mountain slopes dense with pines, ancient olives and tangled bush, marine-rich turquoise water. An infinity of bays.

The Greeks called it Kalliste, “the most beautiful.”

Segou-Koro Palace, Mali

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


The diversity of cultures is a remarkable thing.

The Roman Empire built forums and amphitheatres, colonnaded avenues and temples, some of the oldest and best preserved to be found in the desert landscapes of Syria.

And then there are other empires – The Songhai of West Africa, for example – whose palaces, mosques and tombs rise like sandcastles out of the burnt orange earth, handprints everywhere visible on their shapely forms.

Kangzta Monastery, Tibetan Plateau

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Around the bend, my first glimpse of the temple’s golden roof. And then I see the huge complex: the chalk white stupa; the dry stone prayer halls washed in cinnebar and fringed with temple trim; the monks’ quarters, with cleanly swept courtyards open to the elements. The temple feels ancient, lost in time, as if it had rooted itself on the mountain flank, and, for added protection, sought anchorage in the gnarled trunks of the juniper forest.

Drayton Hall, South Carolina

PHOTO BY Annie Hogan & Castell Gallery


When the stories are done being told, if you are quiet and still, you can feel the press of bodies, smell the prickle of sweet sweat, hear the singing and laughing, the moaning and the weeping.

In the dank cells of Goree, on the fields of Gettysburg and the beaches of Dunkirk, in the Low Country’s graceful, light-filled plantations and humble slave cabins, in Tuol Sleng, Kigali, Revensbruck.

The air is heavy with sorrow and the burden of a shared responsibility.


PHOTO BY Sven Lindblad


The child, so near and yet so far,
lives in the storybooks of old, now found in the shadow of a skyscraper,
retreating from the fingertips of a
hand greedy for land.

And fading slowly from the collective memory.

Nevada, USA

PHOTO BY Isaac Coles


In time, old frontiers become the new frontiers, and old values reassert themselves. Penetrating the middle of nowhere, finding silence, space and loneliness, these are the imperatives of our time.

Fogo Island, Newfoundland

PHOTO BY Bent René Synnevåg


Simple design is not only beautiful. Unencumbered with distractions, the distilled object is also a clear expression of function. It is intuitive. The best projects merge design and function into one.

Refined design is obsessed with materials, technologies and processes. It shows an unusual degree of care, a humanity of the making.

Inspired design reinterprets the past, imagines what the future can be, and is sustainable if it withstands the test of time.

Maasai Mara, Kenya

PHOTO BY David Smith


Go! Before that insistent voice of caution ensnares you, before your fears teach you how to justify staying put. Early travels are an education in themselves, teaching, among other important lessons, what you are capable of when
faced with the unknown.

I’ve always wished that travel were a requirement and not a privilege.

House of Slaves, Goree Island

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Vermillion walls with sea green trim, these houses, built cheek by jowl on this rocky lip fronting the Atlantic and the New World beyond, had been warehouses of misery, holding pens with a single exit — the “last door” as it was called — a bolted gate through which men, women and children, Africa’s black gold, were thrown on to waiting dinghies and ferried to ships anchored on the horizon.


PHOTO BY Dan White


Sacred tattoos, magical, mystical supplications for divine protection and blessings.

Etched onto the body, they wrap the naked in a sacred skin, an invisible armour, an indelible reminder of the right path.

Sedona, USA

PHOTO BY Brad Franklin


It is impossible to describe the beauty of the land without speaking of the sky.

Serengeti, Tanzania

PHOTO BY Sven Lindblad


We must travel to know the beauty and the value of this earth. When we have borne witness to the diversity and sanctity of life, when we have had our breath taken away, only then will we be moved to protect this world that has been so gently given to us.

Buddhist robes

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Buddhist monks refer to the color of their robes as the “dead leaf color”. By literally and figuratively wrapping themselves in this symbol of impermanence, they remain conscious of the constant state of change.

“Nothing is permanent: The sun and the moon rise and then set, The bright, clear day is followed by the deep, dark night.
From hour to hour, everything changes.”
– Kalu Rinpoche

Galapagos Island

PHOTO BY Jeremy Lindbland


Islands at the edge of the world, tenuously tethered to the ocean floor,
lashed by wind and wave.

Within their rocky crevices, the secrets of life unfold – through time, out of time, defying time – strange and beautiful life forms,
strange and beautiful life ways.

Fernandina, Madagascar, Socotra, Foula, Skellig Michael, Tristan de Cunha, St. Kilda, Isabela, Iona, Komodo, Easter, Fair Isle, Pitcairn, Sable.

Islands at the edge of survival, confronting a future with weathered face and vulnerable soul.

Pueblo Garzon, Uruguay

PHOTO BY Jeremy Lindblad


Image: fading grace, dusty roads, peeling facades, bruised skies and rainbows
Sound: roosters at dawn, horse hooves, a gaucho whistle, a bike squeaking
Smell: wet earth and damp walls, jasmine and lavender, rosemary and roses, smoke
Touch: sheep’s wool and horse mane, mud and morning dew
Taste: rosemary and grilled meats, Garzon Tannat, spicy olive oil, FM’s heavenly food

Uruguay is about all of these things, and then about nothing, really. The sea, food cooked on an open fire, timeless activities rooted in the land. Uruguay is for those who savor with all their senses, who don’t ask to be entertained. The country reveals its charms slowly, though not grudgingly; it asks for patience and, yes, even a sense of humor

Venice, in Winter

PHOTO BY Brad Franklin


Traveling to the great natural and cultural places on our earth transcends the notion of right season, wrong season. Indeed, there may be material considerations when visiting in the off-season, weather and price among them, but there is also another: only then do these icons show themselves for what they really are.
Venice rarely sees snow in winter, but it is in winter, when the crowds are gone, that a Venetian finds time to pause and chat and when the visitor, in the stillness of a back canal, can listen uninterrupted to its daily rhythms.

Kyoto, Japan

PHOTO BY Ben Simmons/JapanQuest Journeys


Exquisite, formal, detailed, respectful, restrained
The complexity of Japan is puzzling yet bewitching
Calm, warm, sensual, organic, poetic, quiet
Because I meet Japan at this moment, I am at home.


PHOTO BY Brad Franklin


Unexpected encounters, animal or human, are the great pleasures of travel. Face to face, often intimate, frequently breathtaking, they teach us about the world we inhabit. They also tell us something important about ourselves. Let us take you to extraordinary places where these magical encounters occur.

New York City

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Travel can be hard.
There is the desire to unhitch, to walk into the world unhindered, released from the familiar…
But there is still the yearning for those you love.
The eager parting is tinged with sadness; yet the sweetest pleasure of travel is coming home.

Pyrenees, Spain

PHOTO BY A Step Ahead


Walk your journey.
The rhythm of the footfall settles the mind and opens the heart
Time and space dissolve; a week and a stretch of road become one.

Amerian Stories


Tell me the stories.
Speak to me of the past, that I might better appreciate the now.
Repeat for me the orations and the whispered conversations of love and intrigue.
Play for me the riffs and liquid notes that once escaped through blackened
doors on clouds of smoke.
Show me the windows of the famous, and the infamous streets — walk them with me — so that I might, for just one moment,
travel back in time.
Tell me the stories. Tell me more and more…

South India

PHOTO BY Jonathan Blitz


They speak of a numbing cultural sameness spreading inexorably
across the world.

It may be so.

But there still persists the custom of the country,
curious, frequently humorous to the traveler’s eye, and often intoxicating.

Kumaon, India

PHOTO BY Rebecca MacGregor


In the narrow places of life, it is important to be still.
At precarious crossroads, a steady walk and an absence of noise are essential.
We also need to cultivate a wider perspective
and to look at our options squarely in the eye.
There are places on earth
that lend themselves to this.

Tanna Island, Vanuatu

PHOTO BY Jeremy Lindblad


There are still lost places to be found.
It is thrilling to journey beyond the beyond, to encounter the undiscovered.
I wonder what it feels like, though, to be found and then lost again,
A lonely island tossed on a wild sea?

Aleppo, Syria

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


“Welcome to Aleppo. I am Osama. I am sure you will not forget my name,”
he said with a wry smile.

He was a nice man and a wretched guide.
In Damascus I found another, over a cup of sweet tea. He was charismatic,
an archaeologist and a Christian.
Hama, Bosra, Palmyra, Maaloula.
So much beauty, such deep history, infinite kindness.
Where are they and their treasures now?

Kumaon, India

PHOTO BY Rebecca MacGregor


The misconception is that you always think you will have time to go.

Piazza del Duomo, Parma

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Sometimes it is the familiar, from a life lived or imagined, that seduces.
I return to a corner of Italy to find a world lightly marked by today’s maelstrom of change.

Stillness, quiet and a gentle pace reign, and I recognize a de Chirco in the shadow and light and, in the faded terracotta,
the farmhouse of my childhood.

Capri, Italy

PHOTO BY Jeremy Lindblad


In the twilight of the past,
history cannot be distinguished from myth.
The mists have opened and closed over this
rock that rises
like an emerald from the dark sea.
Ulysses, Augustus, Tiberius.
Hardy islanders, and strangers with peculiar habits.


PHOTO BY Sven Lindblad


Cuba astounds me.
I could get lost here, in this place that is so close and yet so far.
I could lose myself in its story-rich pentimento and in its exuberant, creative potential.
This is a moment, in a place, where the past and the future touch each other.
I am drawn by the kinship that is our history,
and I long for more.

Lamu, Kenya

PHOTO BY Martina Reznick


Rose petals fly into the gathering storm like a
flock of birds,
wishing you a long and sweet life.

Maisha Marefu Na Matamu

How bewitching travel can be!

Montevideo, Uruguay

PHOTO BY Heidi Lender


A child’s travels begin in the imagination,
down the rabbit hole,
in Mr. McGregor’s garden,
under the floorboards,
across a treasure island.

We never forget our first destinations, the stories that have taken us there
and the frissons of emotion – fear, wonder, surprise, warmth – that subtly color
every place we go thereafter.



Old Lady with Horse


With age you learn take another breath,
to be still,
to loosen your hold and to tighten your focus,
making space to listen and observe carefully, to communicate from a deep place.

Travel, too, changes with age.
Sometimes the inward journey replaces the need to go.


South Georgia Island

PHOTO BY Devlin Gandy


Who am I? The first question.

Moving through life is a perilous journey, yet the passage offers great teachings.
Reaching for the edges of the self is critical.
Where can I stand alone? Where must I rope myself to another to survive?

When I understand this, I will be on my way.

Big Life Foundation

PHOTO BY Jeremy Goss


The destruction of habitat, both intentional and careless,
is the scourge I see everywhere when I travel.
The land is soiled, the species depleted.
This is a genocide perpetrated on living creatures who have no voice.
There is a silence creeping across the earth, an emptiness that shocks.
I fear I am seeing the future.

Please visit Big Life Foundation


PHOTO BY Journey Mexico


Why do I love carved wood, woven fiber and embroidered textile?

These beauties, bearing the handprint of the maker, are windows into unique cultures.

Telling joyful stories, deciphering mysteries, averting danger, objects both utilitarian and artful embody the soul of a people and the dignity of the individual.


PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


When you go,
leave your preconceptions behind.

Take a wild imagination,
dive deep into millennia past
and re-envision the future.

Travel is challenging, but it is also liberating.

Ol Malo, Northern Kenya

PHOTO BY Ol Malo, Northern Kenya


 This place, an echo from the past,
materializing somewhere between my remembering and forgetting,
Bliss is a home that leaves no footprint.

South Africa and Mozambique

PHOTO BY Faizel Kara


It is there in the eyes of a face different from ours halfway around the globe,
in the fingertips of an artisan’s handshake,
in the steady gaze of a child,
the truth that more connects us than separates us, that we can communicate deeply and without words.
That we are one family.


PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Places make people,
but, for the traveler, people make the place.



Slow travel is a mindset, a way of experiencing the world.

Lingering in place provides locals the opportunity to share their lives and traditions.

And, for the traveler, a slow meander through a region offers up untold serendipitous encounters and magical moments.

Eastern India

PHOTO BY Varun Mathur


Mankind has opted for monoculture, a desert of boredom.

We travel to escape – vertically up a mountain or into the seas’ depths, horizontally across continents into remoteness.

We look for adventure and magic, to discover our inner power awakened in survival.

And while I know I am an agent of destruction of the very world I yearn for, I nevertheless must go and see it. For what else is there but cultures formed of fragments and debris from another time, pieced together in another way.

Olive Ridley Project

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


She tangled with ghost nets and lost her flipper.
The pain we cause to other creatures, through thoughtlessness and arrogance, is tragic.

When we travel, we expand our minds and open our hearts, breaking the unconscious rhythm of our daily lives.
When we become aware of the world around us, we are compelled to stop our foolish ways.

Bagan, Burma

PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Cow dust time is that quintessential pastoral moment when cattle are herded back to the enclosure before the golden light fades to dark.


PHOTO BY Ang Tshering Lama


This child carries his culture, with all its memories, stories, and aspirations, on his narrow shoulders.
It is a burden that requires seriousness and patient learning.
Yet, he is also just a boy.
Encountering the novice intrigues the traveler.
But playing with the boy enchants.
The visitor and visited share moments, learn something from the other and, perhaps, shift the world.


PHOTO BY Ken Kochey


There are places, just as there are hosts, who receive you just as you are, asking nothing more than an inquiring mind and a gentle spirit.

Bring your curiosity, humor and patience, and the landscapes and their inhabitants will welcome you with a bounty of stories, secrets and surprises.

And beauty.


PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


There may be a creeping sameness to the world, but just beneath the monotony lie cultures painted with their own colors and style.

In each corner of the earth people stand in their own grace, carrying traces of the history that is their story, unique and remarkable.

It is for this that we must travel.


PHOTO BY Lisa Lindblad


Africa is much more than a geographical expression. What binds this ancient continent’s vastly disparate peoples is a world view rooted in a reverent, umbilical connection to the land.

We praise the landscape and the cattle and the beauty of it all, wrote my Maasai friend, Ole Saitoti.

And when the child was asked why he thought the Maasai seemed so happy, he responded, “I think there is nowhere else they would rather be and nothing else they would rather be doing.”

Mabel of Camp Leakey, Borneo


Her name is Mabel, from the Latin, Amabilis, meaning loving, lovable, beautiful.

Mabel is an orphan – loving, lovable and beautiful.

100 years ago you would find Amabels, Maes and Mabels everywhere.
They were fashionable names, one might even say trendy.

Today you have to search widely for a Mabella or Maybelline.

And Orangutans?

They, too, are fading into a memory.



Hard places are particularly beautiful.
Long shadows across golden fields of wheat,
twisted trees and rolled bales of hay,
grape vines, arm in arm, along furrowed tracks,
granite boulders and menhirs, forged under an ancient sun, with stories to tell.


Landscapes are the backdrop for the stories in our lives,
personal, emotional and indelible.



Meet the beauty of tea.

The Way of Tea is an active meditation, a practice that has evolved over time from a relaxed gathering into the carefully scripted ritual that it is today.

Tea ceremony demands a fully present attention, resulting in extraordinary poise, quiet beauty and harmony.

Bangkok, Thailand


My perfect hotel is a dream of another kind of beauty, of a different soundscape, of sublime civility.


For a brief time I can inhabit a world I might only have imagined.