Dark cold rain walking down Charing Cross Road. Past the Portrait Gallery. St Martin in the Fields... Read More

This week's book story is broken. In two. Part was written early in the week. The rest this morning... Read More

I knew there was a lot of water in Venice, but I didn't know it was this wet. The photo was shot from... Read More

5 a.m. Tuesday. The "nanny" watch buzzed on my wrist earlier. "Time to stand up!" It must still be on UK... Read More

Cornwall, where magic rises from the earth. Where a day in the sea salt air saps your core. Perhaps... Read More

It is 4 a.m. I think. Early Wednesday morning, I had been confused by my clocks. The "atomic" clock... Read More