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Sometimes I think I might be West Indian

Suriname story interruptus, or oops, I went to Trinidad, too! So before I went to Suriname, I went to Trinidad. I did this for a variety of reasons, the main one being that you’ve got to get to Suriname from somewhere, and Chile definitely isn’t it. At the...

A few practicalities re: Suriname trip planning

It all started with an innocent conversation with another traveler in the hallway of the spacious and wood-paneled Vancouver Convention Center earlier this year at TBEX. We’d run into each other before in NY, Santiago, and then Vancouver. He’s one of those...

On sleep, and being home after much movement

A funny thing happened to me this afternoon during one of two naps that I took. Yes, two. I was in transit for 28.5 hours, during which I slept not nearly enough, and last night I even managed to dream that the turbulence on the plane was an earthquake (remember, I...

Reading my former me, with photo from 1992

Nineeteen years ago yesterday I wrote the following in an unlined sketchbook during a six-month backpacking trip to Central America I took with a good college friend, who I am now friends with on facebook, but haven’t really spoken to in years. Nov. 14th,...

What I learned about photography from my dead father

In the slow and sometimes fast shift that is life, the remaining people in my family have moved, or are moving. I say remaining, because we at Smith family central have, at this point, buried more of us than there are still alive. I learned about death very young, and...