Like living in a dream.

I like traveling. Into unfamiliar places. Because I'm fascinated. By what I see. I become an astute observer. I see detail. Little things I might not notice back at home. Because it's all too familiar. And thus fades into the background. But when I'm abroad, I think of it as a different world. And I'm there to capture the scene. And the sense of place. Even today, I vividly remember my treks in Sardinia and the Italian Alps and Scotland and Iceland. Every day was a significant day. Because I was so very conscious. Of everything. Enthralled. It was like living in a dream. But knowing that it was real. --Jim Broede