I was in a part of Oslo with lots of street art, taking a few snaps, when I hear Pavarotti singing Puccini’s Nessun Dorma!, loudly, on a car stereo, getting closer.
A woman pulls her car into a spot near where I was standing and she was JAMMING to it.
Then the song switches to Pavarotti’s ‘O Solo Mio. She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
Guess what I’m listening to now, headphones up all the way, in my hotel room....
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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I saw him up ahead, walking along the shoulder of the highway leaving Mesa, Arizona, backpack and trash bag full of clothes. As I zipped by with a list of reasons not to stop, I saw the small cardboard sign: “GALLUP, NM.”
"The ice is wicked today," one of them said. "You're going to see some crashes."
A week ago Tuesday started out simply enough...we woke up early and hit the road north to Marceline, MO to tour the Walsworth Publishing plant, then lunch at Tall Paul's in Bucklin, MO with Meghan Viers Jolliffe, Joe Cupp, and Beverly Cupp. From there, Jonathan and I would wander rural Missouri so he could get a glimpse of life out here.
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