Thursday, September 17, 2020

Across

"...And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go....." -Excerpt from "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Landscapes Mountains, deserts, twlights Old highways and scenic byways Skeleton ruins and lost visions Long horizions seen through loving eyes With big adventures under inspired skies Cross country roadtrip with my love
Virginia to California roadtrip Marriage and Family Stopping at beautiful locations along the way for bike rides and trails. I feel extremly lucky that my Dad gave us his truck for the journey.
(Chesapeake Bay)
(Virginia Creeper Trail)
(Smoky Mountains)
(Eureka Springs, Arkansas)
(New Mexico)
(Wind River Range)
(Yellowstone)
(Sawtooth)
(Crater Lake)
(Redwoods)

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Lots of Beauty


A year of roaming around the Pacific and Southwest. Looking forward to searching out more colors and lines in beautiful places.


Volcanoes National Park:















Waimanu Valley






Oahu:







Maui












Grand Canyon to Gila



















Thursday, June 14, 2018

Morning

Mornings.



A kaleidoscope of beautiful thoughts swirl around my morning mind. Soaking in the mood of pleasantness created by the smell of coffee, flowers and the way air feels when darkness is extinguished by the first streaks of light.








I have been lucky enough to visit some beautiful places this past year. One of the best parts of traveling is reliving the feelings imprinted from certain moments. Often in the mornings, I relive such experiences with not one detail escaped. When the world of slumber is not too distant, certain smells, or the way light hits a leaf can have the power to transcend space and time.













So it is in the summertime when school is out and I have no particular place to be, one of my favorite hobbies is loitering. Loitering outside in remote corners of the island, on cliff sides with goats, empty beaches with crabs, or in cafes drinking unnecessary amounts of coffee. Catching snippets of others conversations, laughing to myself in silent amusement. Like the couple who were so delighted by their baked to perfection ginger cookie that they just had to have another.







Or a conversation I had with an Astrobiologist(Never knew such a field of study existed) about growing vegetables in space, the way dust is dispersed throughout our galaxy and the human threshold for sanity in isolated conditions. It has been concluded that 8 months time is about how long it takes for otherwise sane individuals to digress into “Lord of the Flies” type behavior patterns.








I just finished reading a book called "I Served the King of England" by Bohumil Hrabal, highly recommended! One of my favorite passages:

“He had an aristocratic habit of spending practically everything he earned, and now and then he would treat himself the way our guests did, but he'd always have so much money left over that he'd arouse the innkeeper of the emptiest inn in the village and order him to go wake up some musicians to play for him.




Then Zdenek would go from door to door and invite the sleepers to come down to the inn to drink to his health, and then the music played and there was dancing till dawn, and when they'd drain the innkeeper's bottles and barrels dry, Zdenek would wake up the owner of the grocery store, buy a whole basketful of jars, and pass them out as gifts to all the old women and men. He paid not only for everything they drank in the pub, but for all the jams and jellies and everything he'd given away. Then, when he finally spent everything, he'd laugh and was satisfied. At that point, his favorite trick was to pat his pockets looking for matches, then he'd borrow twenty hellers from someone, buy matches , and light his cigarette. Then we'd drive off with the musicians still playing for us, and if there was time, Zdenek would buy up all the flowers in the flower shop and scatter carnations, roses, and chrysanthemums.



The musicians would follow us to the edge of the village, and the automobile, garlanded with flowers, would take us back to the Hotel Tichota, because that day, or rather that night was our day off.”