Disasters in love always send me back into reminiscence about missed connections – about those once-off encounters, fascinating conversations and deep instant connections with a stranger I will never see again. 672 more words
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Lately a few fellow early birds I run into as I make my rounds between seaside sunrise and coffee shop have asked how the morning’s snapping went and then hit me with “So, what do you with the pictures?” And I always mumble something about the blog, and personal satisfaction, and more tangible options along the line when I have some money — but mostly what I do with them is edit. 1,055 more words
Hello, I’m David Savill. I’ve worked for almost 20 years to develop the creative practice of Reminiscence Arts – the term I devised in order to help the arts establishment better understand that reminiscence by the teller naturally lends itself to and is at the heart of, creative expression. 125 more words
I met the Karate Kid while we were actually training in Capoeira. A SoCal boy, like in the film, he had that laid back attitude and beach boy looks.* Some say he looks like a certain movie star, others say that he looks like my younger brother. 1,330 more words
Okay, it’s official, I can’t maintain an hourly schedule even if it kills me (I was very hungry yesterday).
So I got to reminiscing about my past as “short-pants Louis”, and among my scattered pieces of memories were: Barney the Purple dinosaur, Bill Nye the Science Guy, Sesame Street (huh, maybe I watched a bit too much TV as a kid…), and nanny tutoring me before I got into grade school. 635 more words