Bright red, two-doors. Perfect. Onto the pavement of an Inverness parking lot, we spill the contents of two blue plastic barrels, our river gear of the past five days. Coming off the River Spey, Kelly and I are headed towards the northern coastline of the Scotland. But we are going to spend the first half-hour […]

We’re living in the city. Our second-story window looks down onto the roofs of the double-decker buses rumbling down Harper’s Lane. When Leeds United win at Elland Road, we hear roving bands sing it in the streets. And our city-center flat shares a small triangular block with a dozen ground-floor businesses: a betting bookie, a […]

Here’s the view from the clock tower at Leeds town hall, looking west, up the course of the River Aire. The Aire begins near the limestone bluffs of Gordale Scar in the Yorkshire Dales, runs amid dormant mills in a dozen small post-industrial towns, passes under the Leeds train station and onward just two blocks […]

Parking garages are everywhere. They offer a strange sort of public space: planted right in the middle of town, open to all callers, but with a narrow intended function. Well, urban areas are meant to be repurposed, and I’m not the first person to do something other than park in these big halls of reinforced […]