photo pages upon reflection – the world is very old, even under portobello road Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Post navigation with wings of drifted snow and eyes of flame“I am teaching myself perfect freedom…the great first principle is that the clamour of the world is just wrong.” 1 Comment PJH January 5, 2008 at 8:46 am Reply Hello! I have been a reader for a long time but have never commented. I know exactly what you mean about the jet-lag. It is the strangest feeling of having been rippe dfrom everything you know mixed with relief to not be traveling. i think your essays are great. Your writing is very readable. I have just started my own blog, telling the stories of people I only knew for a brief period of time. Isn’t that a strange concept? The people that come into your life for a few months, then just vanish? It’s fascinating to me. Please go check it out. I upt date it every Sunday. I would appreciate any feedback. But, even if no one does, this is a great blog and I’m glad I know it exists and read it regularly. -PJH Leave a Reply Cancel Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.