May 28, 2015

Beer And Elvis Tunes On A Canadian Bay

Total washout on the salmon fishing, but we still had a gorgeous morning in the Discovery Islands...

Reporting For Duty In British Columbia Again...

At Sonora Resort, I kayaked with seals, ate stinging-nettle pesto and let a stranger smear seaweed on my face. Not a bad day at work...

May 22, 2015

The Marquesas Islands: Deepwater Navigation

My essay — and photos — on getting tattooed in Polynesia just hit the newsstands in Travelgirl Magazine. I haven't published anything this personal in seven years. If anyone needs me, I'll be the lump under the duvet...

May 10, 2015

Brazil's Belo Horizonte Lives Up To Its Name...

At long last, I made it to Brazil. Only for 3.5 days, but I made 'em count, visiting this central-east city renowned for its warmth and incredible food (all true!).

May 8, 2015

Brazil's Inhotim: The Seeds Of A World Heritage Site?

Set in a botanical garden, Brazil's extraordinary Inhotim museum encourages artists to design their own exhibition spaces. Above, American Artist Doug Aitken drilled 202m into the ground, capturing the sounds of the earth in the Sonic Pavilion (2008). Rio Artist Lygia Pape wove metallic thread into a master work called "Ttéia."

Apr 27, 2015

I'm Not Too Cool For Mineral School

Happy news: I'll spend two weeks writing near Mount Rainier this August, as part of a new residency program (occupying old classrooms complete with a ghost). School's in for summer! Yeah!

Apr 26, 2015

Seattle, You Outrageous Beauty, How I Missed You!

For a friend's birthday, we tootled around Lake Union in an electric boat. Good times...

Apr 22, 2015

Ciao, Ciao, New York City

I'm homeward bound after the final stop of a three-week trip, which bounced from Amsterdam to Belgium, London and Manhattan.

As usual, NYC whipped past in a blur of work schmoozing and the stink of hot trash. I'll forever be grateful that my mentor Susan Tifft offered me a place to crash-land here, after my 2004 divorce. But I shuddered at the thought of joining one the world's most intense rat races at 29, especially after those last four sweet, feral years freelancing in Europe. I had absorbed too much of the "work to live" ethos to "live to work" again...

So I moved back to Seattle. And the scent of saltwater and cedars signals "home" more clearly than any channel buoy.