I always wish I knew or could remember the characters and stories that belong with each sculpture I come across and photograph. I know that a lot of them have information at their base… Perhaps it’s this public art that really makes a person feel like their walking with history.
My brother got home from Europe today: Barcelona via a three day stopover in New York, USA. He has been gone a little over a year, and when I picked him up from the airport one of the first things he said as we were driving around was that Canada
I still believe I fell in love with Riga. A little piece of my soul exists there, and I hope one day to go back. One day while out roaming around, I stumbled upon some statues just outside of a museum. The exact museum slips my memory, the but statues
Every new city or country that I go to I always make sure to get a map. Maps are a must-have as far as I’m concerned, but that may just be because I’m a map junkie. Just yesterday I had cause to look up Budapest again (I watched the movie
Latvia is a very special place in my heart, for many reasons. One of those reasons is that my family has a very long history there. If you’re not familiar with Riga, I’ve made two posts on the architecture there (Part I & Part II). Riga is a very beautiful
