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13 photographs
Life outside the terminal.
Places I've ended up, things I've tried, and the photographs that came home with me.
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From the plaza, looking up.

A mural on the first day.

A bronze tree, roots and all, growing out of a stone ring.

Breakfast on the terrace. The view did not change all week and nobody minded.

Every direction at once.

Looking up in Rome. Most of the city's best sculpture is above eye level.

A mural near the lake, corn for a crown.

A sign on a side road on the last day of the year: "Live your own experiences." It reads like a fridge magnet at first. After a week of cenotes and back roads it reads like instructions.
Florence, then Rome, then a day in Pompeii: a week of looking up at bronze and marble, and down at walls painted nineteen centuries ago.
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Straight up, in a church whose name I did not write down.

Antigua's arch, with the volcano lining up behind it the way it does on every postcard.

Pompeii: a painted frieze, red and blue, still on the wall after nineteen centuries.

Fuego from the ridge of Acatenango, sometime after nine. It erupts every fifteen or twenty minutes; you see the glow first and hear it a few seconds later, and every single time everyone on the ridge goes quiet.
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