Nighttime In Ediburgh Series
Fire-juggler on the Royal Mile, Edinburgh
When I saw this, I thought to myself: “Look at those cobblestones. I’ve been there. I’ve trod those stones. Like so many others, for so long, I’ve set foot there in that place of camaraderie and show, of fire and electricity, of nights and days. I’ve been there and long to be again and that I share with so many strangers, some of whom I’ll never know and a few I might see and nod at and smile when I return… to Edinburgh.”
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This weather—the cool autumnal rain, the gray sky—makes me want to go to places, take pictures of them, and then post those pictures online. It makes me want to write about places as they are. It makes me want to turn travels into tales. It makes me want to go back through your Tumblr and see where you’ve come from and where you’ve been. Let’s get a beer and talk about what makes us. Let’s go to the small towns and drink a bit. Let’s walk through the long grass. Let’s sit on the old stone wall in the field and smoke our pipes. Let’s come home at the end of it and soak our memories in the suspension of the Internet. Let’s glance back and then go forth again, take the pictures, write the words, and share the beers, again, again.