Dogs of the Telluride Film Festival

When I’m walking the streets of Telluride I can’t not take pictures of dogs. Ask me why — go ahead.  Right, no answer except that dogs are just happy to be almost anywhere if they’re being treated kindly. Dogs at Telluride are maybe the...
Driving to Telluride Via Arizona

Driving to Telluride Via Arizona

The problem with motels is that you never want to leave them, or I don’t anyway. You’re half-way between here and there and for now, here is the known. There is the unknown. I’m half-way to Telluride at a Budget Inn in Flagstaff, Arizona, one of the...

Driving to Telluride Tomorrow

I have mapped out my route, imagined doing all of the things I need to be doing but haven’t done any of them yet. I will need to pack. I am contemplating bringing my bike. It will be a very long drive with nothing but the road ahead, my torturous thoughts of...

Birds in Nice Airport

All of the years I’ve been reading about the Cannes film fest and no one ever mentioned that there are little sparrows roaming around, setting up camp, and pestering the passengers before. As I left very early Thursday morning, en route to Germany and then back...

Cannes Is…

Being at Cannes is like uncorking a bottle of champagne. It maybe spills over a little bit, tastes sweet and pungent. You feel like you’re a part of a party just because you’re drinking it. It is cause for celebration and yet it is its own thing. I feel...

Second Layover

World’s worst plane flight from Chicago to Zurich had me crunched in like a sardine with no leg room, no way to sleep and a flight wherein I had to sleep because come the next day I would be dragging all of my over-packed luggage down La Croisette looking around...