Of the Broadway in hills.

I could count the rows of pines, for the contour was rising and dipping in a pattern under the silver blue moon. Yesterday was a full moon, maybe. At least it seemed so.  Those mountains sat hunched, patiently, like kind giants. Watching over you, assuring you with...

Shimla, Himachal Pradesh. India.

As I flipped through life’s album, poring over the best of last year, I found this one. This was the view from the hotel’s balcony at Shimla, where clouds often barge in to leave your face...

Pin It on Pinterest