Every moment we create our world by perceiving and, for lack of a better word, interpreting that perception. Seeing is believing, indeed.
It is said that a cloud never dies. The nature of a cloud is water. Which never changes. The cloud’s water may become rain and in turn a brook, a stream, an ocean. Or a glass of refreshment. But the cloud’s nature never dies.
A good friend imagined. Glimpsed. Three times, three different friends.
A Spring Night in Saigon. Early April is the hottest time of the year there. The lights of Saigon are bright in any season, of course.
My best friend’s wedding had all the usual and some unusual trimmings. The traditional wedding album photo shoot at 35º in a park specifically created for this kind of thing was unforgettable.
Homesick for South-East-Asia.