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Picture + 100 Words: An Ode to a Found and Lost Chuck-It Ball

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Once you were in a store and someone purchased you.

Once you were treasured and loved and tossed and retrieved.

Once you were lost on a trip to the beach.

Once you were found by another family on a trip to the beach.

Once again you were treasured and loved and tossed and retrieved.

And, then, once again you were lost on a trip to the beach.

Oh, Chuck-It ball, we can only hope that you were found once again at the beach.

And you are currently being treasured and loved and tossed and retrieved.

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Picture + 100 Words: Walking Through the Valley of Death

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Death Valley National Park boasts the highest air temperature ever recorded (134°) and routinely hits 120° in summer in the shade. Why would anyone go here? Well, it’s your closest chance of experiencing Mars on Earth. Cracked salt flats flanked by colorful striped hills and badlands. A valley that you both want to walk farther into and also run far away from. In December we thought the park would be empty. It was packed, parking lots teeming. But on our way out, we pulled off the perfectly paved road and watched dusk descend on the valley without another soul in sight.

Picture + 100 Words: Nature’s Simplicity

Trees growing in a straight line? This is not coincidental. This is what happens when trees grow out and on top of dead, fallen trees. A concept called the nurse log. As you hike through the Hoh Rainforest in Olympic National Park everything feels very alive – the greenery all around is teeming with life that supports more life. And if that weren’t enough to inspire, the local library placed signs with poetry along the trail (including the poem below).

Nature is what we know –
Yet have no art to say –
So impotent our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
-Emily Dickinson

Picture + 100 Words: Finding Kyoto’s Best Bamboo Grove

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In Kyoto we wanted to visit the bamboo grove Arashiyama. We had seen pictures of rows upon rows of bamboo that looked mesmerizing. We trudged there all the way across town and were, well, underwhelmed. Yes, lots of bamboos. But it didn’t have that dizzying quality we expected. (Plus it was packed with tourists). We had seen more impressive groves elsewhere in Kyoto. On an unassuming detour at Fushimi Inari, we walked by hundreds of bamboos lining the trail. Later at Enko-ji we saw the grove pictured here, which had a major advantage because we were the only people there.

Picture + 100 Words: You Will Know It By the Smell of Sweets

DSC_2560You smell Takeshita Street before you see it. A saccharine cloud descends upon you. It’s not even noon and you find yourself craving ice cream wrapped in a crepe drizzled with syrup. As you walk down what’s supposed to be one of Tokyo’s most fashionable streets your every inhale is tinged with sugar. You expect to see Harajuku-style dresses and cosplay, but the predominant fashion on this weekday is sailor collars on school uniforms. Clusters of school children line up to buy candy, creme puffs and other goodies. Meanwhile you’re wondering whether they could all possibly be skipping school.

Picture + 100 Words: Visiting Mars, We See You

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They talk a lot about energy in Sedona. They describe mystical qualities of their famed red rocks. As we hiked to Cathedral Rock, we didn’t quite experience an energy or magnetism about the place. We did, however, note that hiking there made us feel like we were on Mars. The almost unnatural red and organge, the odd rock formations, the super wide vistas all felt other worldly. As did the people-shaped rocks that looked down and watched over us as we explored, something we didn’t quite notice until we got home and looked at photos like this one.

Picture + 100 Words: Why is the Getty Center Free?

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We were in Los Angeles for a conference and wanted to do some sight-seeing. Not being interested in Hollywood or celebrity mansions, we decided to visit the Getty Center instead. The moment you arrive you think how is this free? You take a tram from the parking garage at the bottom of the mountain and step out in the bright, blaring sun at the top. A futuristic white structure looms before you. Inside is art, gardens, and dramatic L.A. views. You could spend hours here, not even going inside a building. It’s worth every penny. Even though you spent none.

Picture + 100 Words: Overwhelmed by the Louvre

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If you’ve been to the Louvre, this photo of me “passed out” on its floor might make sense. The Louvre is daunting from the moment you enter. Climbing up marble stairs, a large statue looms over you from above, and like a reflex cameras all around go up, point, shoot. Walk on. Leave the whole admiring-the-artwork thing to a poorly lit laptop screen. You’ll go through wide expansive halls with canvases literally stacked upon one another and you’ll probably elbow your way by a Da Vinci without even noticing. But it’s the Louvre. And you must go to the Louvre.

Picture + 100 Words: Worst Part of Winter

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The wet snow fell from the sky and, like clockwork, the city got quiet. She wrapped her scarf around her neck, pulled on her hat, and as she pushed her arms through her coat she apologized for taking so long to “re robe.” It’s the worst part of winter, we all agreed. Putting on so many clothes. Every year at this time I crave the scene in this photo. The green grass, the pink blossoms, the warmth when Earth finally draws closer to the sun. But tonight as I walked home, I embraced the silence that descends when it snows

Picture + 100 Words: Heads Will Roll

Palazzo VecchioWe finally find a place to sit near Palazzo Vecchio. We’re overwhelmed by the heat, the tourists and Florence itself. We sit here in the Loggia della Signoria, next to Perseus who is a bit imposing.

A man sits next to us, points at Perseus and asks in broken English, “bad guy?”

“Excuse me?” my husband replies.

“Bad guy,” he repeats pointing at the statue towering over us. “Cut off his head,” as he mimes slashing his throat with his finger.

Tired by the thought of explaining Medusa in basic English we smile, nod and say, “yes, bad guy.”