Running Cartagena’s Ramparts

It was like running through butter as thick, humid air melted the beads sweat pouring from my pores. The morning sun rose higher in the brilliant-blue sky, casting broiling rays on the mustard-painted buildings, their colonial facades stained with ages … Continued


With or Without You

Fleeting moments breathe a serenity to an image and turn a quiet whisper into a beautiful harmony. Thoughts?