It’s the little things. A couple of months ago I was in Sydney for the first time. Funny how certain things leave an impression on me. Of course I have my photos of the Opera House and the busy streets between there an my hotel. But two months later my memories are more of a collection of senses. Aromas, temperatures, and attitudes.
Andy introduced me to this independent magazine called Dumbo Feather. He had an extra copy that he gave me. The morning of my flight home I awoke early to visit a cafe for my last flat white...