A photo travelogue around Europe
"Why not?" Manja and I say as we sit to have a late lunch in Cadiz. A neat square where we sit is spacious and sunny, while also protected from
Tribute to the man who pushed me down the hill
I walked with him down a street in Helsinki on a sunny day in July, 2009. His name was Heikki Attila. He celebrated like a child because of me consenting
Wasting generations
It amuses me to read statistics on global generation of waste – simply because the phrase "waste generation" is such an oxymoron! Generating or producing waste implies intention. It means