The Taj Mahal in early morning smog, December 2015, Agra, India.

Grief and the Environment

. . . though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. —Haldir of Lothlorien, The Fellowship of the Rings I’ve had a large helping of grief the last five years, though it was broken down into many smaller griefs: my father’s death, the dissolution of my marriage, the end of a long friendship, my brother’s death from brain...

Shorelines: An Introduction

Edges have always compelled me to go and stand on them, even if they scare me. My favorite word is liminal (on the threshold, intermediate, transitional). One question I’ve been asking myself...

Boulder Changes, or, DSLR Girl

Boulder, Colorado, can be a delightful place to live—if you just moved there with buckets of money, or if you relocated years ago when housing prices were more reasonable. This month I visited...

Imaging India

India was a place I’d wanted to visit since I was in my twenties, and when I finally arrived at age fifty-three I had a difficult time getting used to it. Almost all the public spaces I passed...

What’s Missing

Today was a long day. I woke up and thought, as usual, that I really must buy some cereal.   —Senior year journal, Georgetown University, 1984; photograph from Epiphyte B&B, Cow Bay...

Hillary, Keep Talking and Doing

I bought What Happened by Hillary Rodham Clinton right after it came out, but I didn’t read it until the end of 2017. It seemed like a fitting way to evaluate 2017 and usher in 2018, I guess...

On the Old Delhi Food Trail

When we first arrived in India, we stayed in New Delhi, the planned city the British built in the early twentieth century to be their capital in India. We were near Connaught Place, designed to be...

Ojek Nation: Indonesia

Jakarta was our first stop in Indonesia and our first Asian city, and many people seem to think it’s a dump. But I liked it. One of my favorite things about Jakarta, and Indonesia in general...

Wellington a Canvas for Its Residents

We spent two and a half days in Wellington, and what I remember of the city is a swirl of sights. Our location was ideal, just one block from Cuba Street, in a building that used to be the Hannah...