The first one went off like a shot.  In the distance, a burst of vapor rose high above the water’s surface.  It was quickly wiped away by the wind and followed almost immediately by another nearby burst, and then another.  There were six blows in total, orcas, killer whales, rising to the surface to breathe before diving in unison, reemerging always closer to us than the time before.

There were just too many interesting nuggets, too many compelling sites.  I had to put them online.  I Spy NYC.  That was the name and that was the blog.  Sometimes people encouraged me by hitting the like button and leaving a comment on posts that they liked.  Sometimes the site would go a day or two without a visitor.  Nevertheless, I checked the site stats every 15 minutes every day, sometimes more often.  On a few… Read More

The pilot announced, “Uh, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve pretty much been given the best flight pattern you can get down and around Manhattan and into LaGuardia.  You’re going to want to look out your window for this.”  Thanks to @aircanada for one sweet flight.

Sunrise in the city of Chihuahua, where the Chihuahua al Pacifico train begins its journey to Copper Canyon. And this is sunrise from my balcony at the hotel Divisadero, which, as you can see, sits on the canyon rim.  When conditions are right the fog fills the canyon and rolls through like cappuccino foam.  The hut on the left is the home of a Tarahumara indian family. I could hear the kids… Read More