The pink walls of Sampat Pal's home are illuminated by the morning sun ascending over the village of Badausa. The mother of five and grandmother to fourteen steps into her hallway as she peers outside, taking notice of the unfamiliar man standing at her doorway. Accustomed to unexpected visitors seeking her assistance, she invites the man in without hesitation, and the two sit for a cup of chai. As the guest settles next to his host, he discloses the intended purpose of his visit is not to drink tea with the lady in pink but to kill her.


For roughly eighty hours, the Vivek Express carves across India's countryside, marching to an underscore of rattling steel as the country's longest train route puts the colors of the vast landscape on full display. The character of the express, authored by the passengers that board on each of the fifty-seven stops throughout the seven states. Producing its pulse as they step from the platform and disappear behind the train cars masked beneath shades of blue and greeted by those who have bargained their time with the long days on the tracks, where conversation is the greatest escape.


About 90 miles north of Cuba, pendent off the southern coast of Florida, rests Key West; the southernmost portion of the continental United States. To inhabit Key West as an artist, is to walk amongst giants. Crossing beneath the immense shadow cast down from the likes of Ernest Hemingway and his estate on Whitehead Street, to the manifestation of Tennessee Williams and the home of thirty-four years on Duncan, or the admirably blended colors of Winslow Homer's intense depiction of the Gulf at the turn of the twentieth-century. The historic artistry runs thick. However, the resilient and self-taught local, Rick Worth, found light for his genius on the walls that occupy the four and a quarter square miles that make up the modest key.


It’s 5am, and somewhere below the Santa Monica mountains, the lights of a Malibu home are already on. Coffee steams from a to-go mug on the countertop, as a man checks in on his sleeping wife and children before making his way out the door. On this particular morning, which is not unlike most, Dr. Philip Frykman starts his day surfing along the California coastline. He understands how lucky he is to have the life he’s living. He’s reminded every day.


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