The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget. The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget Kent Nerburn on a Most Profound Cab Ride Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.
One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pick up at a building that was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Paper Cuts. Izziyana Suhaimi We’ve been seeing a lot of embroidered art as of late but I must say that so far, I’ve been most impressed by Singaporean artist Izziyana Suhaimi‘s work.
I can’t get over how skillfully she is able […] A Due Colore I still can’t get over how Alberto Seveso can make something as simple as ink in water look so captivating. Was it luck or skill.