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 went to see Clarence last Friday and he was in good spirits. He had been moved to a hospital type bed and was on oxygen and morphine, so, understandably, he was in a great mood. We joked about a lot of things as we passed the time, then he said to me "I really like your hat...can you order me one?"
“Liberté” is how Josef described his life to me, distilling it down to a single word. As he said it a second time, he lifted his hands, palms up, toward the sky and faced the sun, smiling, “Liberté.”
There was a moment on my trip to Amarillo on Friday where I didn't think I would make it in time for my speech...
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