Albuquerque to Brighton

Here’s a few photos before I left Albuquerque, and a handful of Brighton and British living. I am already a bit nostalgic for my dusty desert life. These pictures are some of the things I’ll miss. The weirdness, the colours, my MMA family, the bosque (a strip of cottonwood forests along the Rio Grande) and … Read more

This is Bart. He moves me.

bartAnd I mean that literally. He picks up the boxes of my possessions and transports them to my next destination.

Just before I left Brighton, during another move, I realised this man Bart, is privy to some of my most significant moments in recent years.

In fact, I remember all my men-with-vens.

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