Team Zissou!

It's Halloween Eve... do you know where YOUR local Team Zissou member is?


Could he be lurking around your local library?

Happy Halloween!

Guest Blogger at OneTravel!

Hey Everyone!

I wanted to announce that on Tuesday, November 9 I will be a guest blogger over at OneTravel Bloggers. Check them out here! Also, visit George's super-awesome travel site, Cheap-O Air, for cheap tickets and that other great deals on all kinds of travel all over the world! Could it be time to start planning for that exciting winter getaway?

So check out these sites on Tuesday to see my guest article!

The Portrait Gallery

The Portrait
Simple, illuminating, a hidden idea out in the open, exposed
A still in time that can make the subject seem timeless
A single moment, a single emotion, a single glance, a single smile
A facial expression, a stance, translated into pixels and shades and art
Translated into something tangible
A still life from a dance
A single frame of an insatiable life

Kicks in Wyoming

Friends help friends, especially when there is free mulled cider involved!


The 4 cords of woods that brought all of us together to stack and carve pumpkins!



The best way to celebrate the first genuine not-80-degree day this season


This is what people do for kicks in Wyoming.

Pumpkin Carving in Lander

Apparently, I am the only person in Lander, WY who eats raw pumpkin...


And then there's Lander Brewing Company (find them here!) brewmaster Ted who carves, freestyle, a perfectly appropriate pumpkin: a beer mug!


So for the first time in 8-ish years, I buckle down and carve a pumpkin!

Beach Ball

The sun lounged low to the ground, and it was still chilly in the early spring, but the cold frost of winter, which tiptoed to the coast on the coattails of the inland breezes, had turned to hints of warmth. The sun warms the ground and the morning fog snakes through palm trees and early joggers.


They play with a ratty old ball one of them found in ocean-washed driftwood. There are real footballs here and there, but this is the now, and this is the easy fun. This is how you play football on the beach in Morocco.

The Tale of a Life in Rabat

Music unfurling through windows and seeping from cracks in doors and whitewashed walls


Laughter, furtive giggles, suggestive glances through veiled eyes

Smells of curries and saffron and orange blossoms

And of diesel engines, smoldering refuse, tobacco and the human condition


Revolution, progress, tradition, a call to prayer that often goes unheeded


Bakeries of fresh bread and Parisian pastries, cafes heavy with coffee and intimate couples


And an ocean that roars against the sleepy bulwarks of a 1000-year-old walled city, ready for tomorrow.