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An old motorcycle, a good traveling companion, and an open road... freedom.

Most of the rice is now heavy with grain, almost ready to harvest, but not quite. Much of it needs a bit more time to finish growing. But this last little bit of time has its own problems.

Today is the first day of the rice harvest, with the first field I have seen being harvested right outside my back door. As one would expect, everything is done by hand.

A patchwork of small farms cling to the hillsides in Lamatar on the edge of the Kathmandu valley.

In Lubhu, a town to the south of Kathmandu, there are two main industries: weaving and making yeast cakes for chang.

This morning in church we had pretty incredible readings.

I live with a Tibetan family in an apartment in Siddha Nagar, a neighborhood over small a ridge north of Boudhanath. This is the view from our roof. 

Around town there are a few open taps, "springs" where people come and get water and do laundry all day. It certainly is a talent to keep your long skirt dry while doing laundy in a pool of water.

Today the city shifted gears into festival mode for the annual Teej festival at the Pashupati Temple, a Hindu temple to an avatar of Vishnu named Pashupati, or "Lord of the Creatures." On this day,

There are many, many different kinds of people here in Boudha. So many stories to learn.

Many photographs of people must be taken in an instant, as life flies by and one tries to capture a fleeting moment. This was not one of those photographs.

I arrived in Nepal and out to my destination for the next year, Boudhanath. The center of the town is a giant Buddhist stupa, a large shrine housing a relic of a bodhisattva. How large? Look at the enlarged photo and you will see some people. They are about half way up the stupa.

While here in South Africa, I took the opportunity to meet Martin's family (Martin is my Dominican brother whom I came here to see. He is the one on the right). We had a wonderful time.

I touched down today in Johannesburg, South Africa, to visit an old friend and learn something about another face of Africa.

One thing about Rome that always intrigues me is how very old it is. These pillars have been standing here for two thousand years.

People are funny. Sometimes when all the culture, art, and beauty in the world beckons, all you want is a candy bar.

"Honey, do we have any more Baby Baby Ruth's?"

One thing you can always say about Rome is its beauty. It is a beautiful city, old and new, historic and yet still vibrant, with all of these strands woven together in a complex tapestry.

I especially love the way the light filters down into the narrow, winding streets, reflecting off the ochre walls of homes that are centuries old.

Sitting on the belvedere of Santa Sabina, watching the sun go down over the Vatican, sharing a glass of Amaro with an old Dominican friend, Mike O'Rourke. As we watch the beauty of the scene unfold, our conversation revolves around computers, network routers, and database programming; but there is still time to talk about life, mission, ministry, meaning, and how all that is shaping up for each of us, for the Dominicans, and for the church. A lot to talk about. Good thing a glass of Amaro lasts a long time, as does a Roman sunset.

In this photo the sun had set but the city had not noticed yet. Street lights had yet to come on, leaving the city in deepening darkness as the sky glowed orange. As the city turned into a two dimensional shadow, the dome of the Vatican became an arrow pointing to the sky and the beauty of the sunset. 

It occurred to me that this is the church at her best. Not a magnificent basilica, nor even a sheltering dome protecting the faithful, but a pointer to God's presence in the world.

While in Oxford, I had the opportunity to get away for a couple of days hike with Peter Hunter OP. We went to the Ridgeway, a trail that runs just outside of Oxfordshire following a chalk ridge through the English countryside. The pastoral scenes along the ridge remind one of the Tolkien's descriptions of the Shire in the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Lying between Oxford and London, sandwiched between the intellectual ferment of Oxford and the incredible bustle of London, the trail seems oddly peaceful, like the Shire sandwiched between the warring nations of middle earth. All is calm here, and walking the trail, one has no concerns for what might be going on in the outside world. No cell phones, no newspapers, today we simply worry about where we will stop for lunch, how far to the next pub, and how the harvest is doing in the fields we pass. 

The wonders of modern travel. I fell asleep in Cleveland, Ohio and woke up in London, England. A short bus trip then brought me up to Oxford for a couple of days.

Summer is here in full swing now. Here at the lake, that means a very full schedule of doing just about nothing. All day, if you want.

Racing go carts at Goofy Golf is my nieces' and nephews' favorite activity, as you might guess from this photo. This is Nascar Nation.

Fishing. Another great summertime activity. This is my niece Megan fishing off the dock in front of her cottage on Lake Erie.

Whenever I get home to my mother's house in Wadworth, Ohio, we pass a lot of time sitting on the front porch.