I'm a travel writer and photographer who's often on assignment in Europe and Asia, but am back in Connecticut for the next few years while I work with archival materials at the Bienecke Library at Yale.

I want to travel the world, have an electric connection with my partner, raise fabulous kids eventually. But for now I'm interested in meeting people for their stories, for their mark of their life on mine. I have published my articles and essays in periodicals around the world.

making a white wine reduction for the risotto, giving toe curling back massages, taking photos, talking literature, playing volleyball.

might not be that I've noticed them first though it just might be the case. My height (6'3), gaze (stars to eyes to inner space), clothing (dapper), pace (athletic), look (soulful), attitude (upbeat), taste (refined) are things to notice though my silliness and steel take longer to see.

How come such pleasures can turn into such a hard task when demanded? I love the Kundera's Unbearable Lightness of Being, Roy's The God of Small Things, Nabokov's Speak, Memory, Saramago's Blindness; I love La Dolce Vita, American Beauty, Waltz with Bashir, Boomerang, The Shawshank Redemption, Rashomon and Super Trooper; I can make and love to eat Caesar salad, malai kofta, sushi, brick oven pizza, gnocchi, tiramisu, waffles, artisanal cheeses (ok I can't really make these but I can appreciate them!)

-The letters I've written and received from many people, acclaimed and unknown, over the course of many years and countries.

-My innate romantic core that refuses to leave life's party hopeless without finding someone glimmering to glimmer back at while the rest of the evening throbs away from us.

-Primrose and hyacinths in the spring, heirloom tomatoes in the summer, butternut squash in the fall, wool and lace in the winter.

-My signed first edition of Moby Dick and many other books as well.

-Passport emblazoned with entry and exit stamps from six continents.

-Someone to whom I might confide this list and many others besides.

how I'd frame a photo, pleasure or treasure my love, accomplish my next project, bring friends back together, create a lasting work of art.

listening to jazz with live musicians, or eating some tasty food before going out dancing, or curling up with a book uninvolved in the frenzy of Fridays but preparing to drift from dream into the next place I'm called to see and to describe.

That I cried during Bambi...a few weeks ago. Or that I made that up in order to impress you? I'm open and vulnerable to the world so willing to admit a lot and regret very little.

there's some part of you that sings, whether locked in the car or in front of a canvas, the quintessence of yours expression bursts out in melody; or if you have a recurrent lower back pain that you want someone to help you alleviate; or if you have need of someone who can edit your personal statements or cook you a decent curry; or if you want spontaneity on a starry night.