We call this a Narrative Map. Why? It’s all about location. The taste of the local food, the textures of the materials in the markets, the scent of the flowers and plants, the drinks, the conversations, the people. All of it.
Dusty feet dragged several paces behind me on a curving forest pathway hemming a sunlit bay. The sound of whining children must surely be excellent bear repellent, this small nugget was among the riches of this Alaskan summer morning. Daniel and Maya had been […]
At the Russian Border Marcia Krause Bilyk At some god-awful hour of the night a clang of metal and backwards thrust of our sleeper car startled me awake. The train’s vibration stopped. All was quiet. Too tired to sit up and peek behind the […]
trainways new york city trainways ways of paths of worker bees, strangers, love, alcoholics strangeness lotsa types here we are in nyc the city that…. wow, its crazy out here with all the pd, so many police and chiefs still no security its time […]