#eclectia

A poem by Eric McCool, written sometime around 2004 In my lungs is my laughter, in the clouds are my tears. In these words is my meaning, but they soon disappear  All around me are vibrations that

Lima is a huge city.  I spent several days walking around the bustling streets, dodging the crazy rush of honking taxis and marveling at the many brightly painted old churches and buildings.  I

Montreal is a beautiful city.  I spent only a short amount of time there, but I managed to get downtown for a nice urban photography walk, right around sunset.  Like Denver, Montreal is quite

Art is such a precious thing, and never before has the world been so supportive of artists as it is today.  Not that this makes it any easier for individual artists to make a living through their