Friday, September 26, 2014
I am not sure I would have made it without my friends and family on this trip from my home in Spring Creek, NC (near Hot Springs and Asheville, ) through Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York (The Hudson River Valley, Albany, Adirondacks,Lake George, Lake Champlain, Lake Ontario, Lake Erie and Niagara Falls) Ohio and West Virginia. But I am sure I had a hell of a lot more fun by including them in my itinerary! Thanks to all of you. You are priceless.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Saturday, September 20, 2014
How can one leave home and never have left home at the same time? That is what it feels like when I am camping in The Turtle. I am the driver, but many times it feels like I have been transported to my camping spot by something else. I wake up in the morning to see a new scene as if I were on a train in the sleeping car or on a cruise ship sailing between exotic islands while I slumbered.
At other times, I am working hard to keep things ship- shape in, out, around and on top of The Turtle.
I am the chief cook and bottle washer. The mechanic. The map reader. I keep the fires burning and the tanks full. I cross my fingers a lot and my toes and whatever else needs crossing to keep her on the road.
She has taught me to stay in the moment, to let go at every turn, and to trust myself.
I thought I paid for The Turtle, but it turns out she was a gift from the Universe. I thought I was the sole owner, but I am sure my friends and family own a share. I know this because they treat us as if we were their own with loving care when we arrive out of nowhere at their doorstep.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Something about the blue plastic raincoats turned us tourists into a rather comical photo op. I tried shooting through the protective covering of heavenly blue. The image with the caption, Is it a bluebird?, is an example. The Canadian ship was called, Hornblower. Not very poetic or romantic. They wore red plastic raincoats. The Canadian border is somewhere in the middle of the Niagara River. But who cares about borders anyway! Unless they are blue borders.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Mid September is a quiet summer's end, an interlude, a floating and sinking feeling. What would I give to hang on to its softness? Would I delete my winters, my springs, the coming fall? It's the changing of the guard, that's all.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
A play on words, playing around, no color TV, high contrast to the mundane campsite.Tampering with nature which is after all what the Hudson River Art School did, I came to this realization after seeing some of the actual scenes in the Catskills. I like the original name better: Kaaterskill,