Walking the Williamsburg Bridge with Jake, heading toward his future…

Driving to China Town, in Chi-town.

Came for the Parade.  Stayed for the craic.

While in Ireland this June for a week, I came across the Hurdy Gurdy Man on the streets of Dublin. His sound was mesmerizing. Donavan’s Hurdy Gurdy Man was of course familiar but I did not realize the hurdy gurdy was actually the name of a real instrument.

Daydreaming by the ocean

Tourist static

Friends of mine took me on a day trip from Prague. We took the train to Kutna’ Hora. We hiked to the Ossuary, the Bone Church. The loud speaker spoke and I listened. Mesmerized by the sounds of being in the moment, I wanted to remember. It was 2009.

Sleeping, dreaming on the train from Dublin

– LeAnn Erickson