Author: pjessop

A Piece of Magic is a Hat

One of the things I  love about travel is how it can remind you of who you are. This for me happens when I see a fabulous hat. In fact it is the entire idea of this trip for me. But more on that later. Upon wandering in Sevilla along the Calla Cuna, I was marveling at all the beautiful shops. And after the third or fourth time muttering to myself (I do a lot of that by the way) what a beautiful hat. I realized there were lots of beautiful hats. Women here must love hats. How I wished...

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Joining the Orb Debate

I am joining the great orb debate. All over the internet you can find “proof” vs “debunking” – “believers” v “skeptics of are orbs real or optical illusions. I am not sure which camp I am in. Hence I am a fence sitter. Albeit with my feet dangling dangerously over the edge onto the “believers” side. Because come on that is way more fun than joining the debunking skeptics. What could they be? Are they ghosts? Deceased loved ones? Spiritual allies? Angels? Aliens? Or merely dust particles? Pollen? Sun spots? Light fractions from a camera lens? According to Wikipedia...

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Views From a Train: Bern – Seville

Shots snapped out of  the train window.  Bern, Switzerland to Seville, Spain. 20+ hours.  My favorite shot is the one where the bird photo bombed me. Bern, Switzerland train station Walk through the door and enter France La Mer Photo bombed by a bird Seaside village Fortress in France Tilting at windmills South of France The videos are for an extra taste of train travel. http://bombshellbliss.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/20160306_095431-1.mp4 Eerie and poetic side note – is the video of the tall grass. Somewhere in the south of France we were stopped at a station and I was looking out the window at the...

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How a Bombshell Says Goodbye

Faced with an inevitable goodbye which I had managed to stave off for a year.  I found myself in the midst of packing boxes and shelves lined with knick knacks for an estate sale. My heart heavy with memories it sometimes felt suffocating for me to be inside the house that we once shared. I’d enter the living room, dining room, and library full of items from someone else’s life. Someone whose life was so entwined with mine that it seems impossible even now a year after his passing to completely untangle everything. M my friend and L’s assistant...

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