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Salem, MA Portrait and Event Photographer
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The Land of "Enchantment:" Four-ish Days and 21 Hours Driving Around New Mexico

“There was two-thirds of a rodent there to greet me this mornin’ when I stepped off my porch.” The man said with a gruff smile, his straw hat jauntily tilting to one side. “From what I could tell from what was left of it, it was some kind of mouse or something.” He kicked at a log that was standing upright by his feet.

“Would you look at that?” He exclaimed suddenly. I approached cautiously. There were others who were approaching too. “Ain’t that the largest spider you’ve seen in a while?” He laughed and pointed. 

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In the Land of Kokopelli Part 2

“The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names... Its caravans, those strange rambling feasts and cultures, left nothing behind, not an ember. All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.” - Michael Ondaatje

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In the Land of Kokopelli: A Journey to Northern Arizona (Part 1)

"Is he friendly?" I ask of the woman sitting at the picnic table adjacent to mine. She is handing a sandwich to her son with one hand, and holding the leash of a fidgety golden retriever with the other. The dog immediately starts barking at a passerby, a male wearing a bright green running shirt. 

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Wine and Raindrops in Fog City

Planes are like boats except for one critical aspect, when you get sick there's no side to retch over. Ok, planes are actually very little like boats, but at 30,000 feet up I was more seasick than I had ever been on the open water, and my clothes were soaked through. For some reason, a monsoon had swept through the Boston area the night of our departure for the west coast, and we hadn't had the presence of mind to call a cab to take us to the train station. We had lugged our cases over half a mile, our shoes quickly filling up with rainwater, through marshy streets and over flooded train tracks. At one point we had thought to turn back, a two foot deep gully stood in our path with no way around it. We resorted to throwing our cases, leaping over, and hoping that we wouldn't slip into the muck.

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