somewhere to look forward to,
in 48 hours

snow!?

it's time to get out of here

full moon on a wintery night

week two;
eight more days

countdown to escapism

week one, 

is it over yet?

another desperate Day One,
only 16 more days

multiple choices,

but it's the only way

off to another tour,

no matter what

Do Not Enter . . . . . so what?

reflections . . .
of the past and present state of mind

shimmering in the dark,
is not quite one expected

aimlessly looking for an exit,
even the idea is revolting . . .

flights cancelled,
now what . . .

the aftermath

the doom and gloom across the ocean . . .
tour postponed; agenda impacted

it's not all doom and gloom,
it's what you expected

can't see the forest for the trees

a boat ramp deserted . . .

and what about the fall?

lost in the rain forest,
or just being lost . . .

rounding the hallway that goes nowhere

gazing out the windows,
from the darkness

hinting of fall

dusk . . . from a river so far away

the last days of summer

as one door shuts . . .

one day at a time . . .

attempting at another first day

the recurring theme,
how does one cope . . .

at the round-about,
turn right?

momentos from 3 months ago,

or 7 years ago

momentos of travels

a probable change of heart . . . . again

a tunnel vision of the end of summer

flights booked,

off to more exploration, again

an entry point,

to an impassable interior

zooming in,
to a two dimensional world

contemplating the next expedition . . .

blurry Monday . . .

it was crystal clear

amongst ruins . . . continents away
but not far from within

no swimming here . . . I don't swim

don't go outside . . .

take me back to the skies . . . .

what's beyond those stairs . . .

there are no fireworks around here . . .

at the caynon, what else could you expect!

a 22 hour journey home

loitering at T5 . . .

the Namib desert