Category Archives: photo-romans

ROUGH ROAD by Peter Nolan Smith

November 18, 2020 – 12:18 pm

Peru was under siege in 1995. The War of Drugs had replaced the War against the Shining Path. The capitol city Lima was cool, but I had unsuccessfully spent the better part of two days trying to score a bag of cocaine. The airport police fingered me as a user and an undercover squad tailed […]

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The Road To Umphang – Thailand’s Death Highway

November 13, 2020 – 6:03 am

Umphang in Tak Province has long been Thailand’s most remote province. Well in the 20th Century the only access to the region was by pack horse, ox-cart or on foot. In the late 60s the Thai government financed construction of road through the perilous mountains only to have rebels kill thirty construction workers. The other […]

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Viva Che Fifty-Three Years Later

October 7, 2020 – 1:35 pm

Like every other human born on this planet, Che Guevera began his life as a child. His bloodline was partially Irish and his last name was Lynch. His father laster stated that the blood of Irish rebels ran in his son’s veins. His youth devoted to education and according to Wikipedia the CIA considered the […]

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The Silence Of The Neponset River

June 23, 2020 – 7:53 pm

The Neponset River runs from the Foxborough marshes and the stream drops over two-hundred feet over the first twelve miles through the towns of Walpole, Sharon, Norwood, Canton, Westwood and Dedham before reaching Mattapan, which the First People called ‘a good place to sit’. Blue Hill Avenue crosses the river over a stone bridge before […]

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The Fairy Village of MackWorth Island

June 20, 2020 – 1:41 pm

In May of 2012 I traveled north to Maine with my sister and her husband. Our destination was their cabin on Watchic Pond. David and I installed the dock in the frigid water as mosquitos attacked our flesh. The entire operation lasted an hour and neither of us complained about the cold. We even celebrated […]

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