Appalachia.
Will there be bugs?
Will there be humidity?
Will there be gorgeous views, lines, curves predating us humans?
You betcha.
Somewhere in North Carolina, 2011
Wanderlust #3- New Year, New York
Dear Reader,
There’s nothing quite like NYC at New Years. Add staying at a friend’s empty apartment in the East Village, your partner gifting you Phantom of the Opera tickets, listening, nay, feeling, music at the Vanguard, plus a sprinkling of interesting subway rides, and you’ve got yourself a great way to ring in 2012. This post is practically oozing with nostalgia for me..
the sounds,
the smells (maybe not),
the protests!
Yours truly,
Insufferable in 4:6 😉
Was it even New York, did you even go, if you didn’t take this picture?
Wanderlust #2- A Road Trip to Colorado
The year was 2009. Two crazy kids decided to drive to Colorado from Alabama in under 24 hours, because everyone said it couldn’t be done.
It can be done, but not recommended.
We stayed in a place with no heat, made friends with a pothead, sledded down an icy hill at midnight while a young eastern European gentleman remarked how awesome everything was, but with more colorful language… our car broke down, our snow shoes didn’t work, and our minds were blown an the x-games. There was food poisoning, frozen laundry, a blizzard on the interstate at 3am.
The entire thing makes me look back and smile. Enjoy these snaps at 4:3.
Wanderlust #1- SF in Squares
San Francisco, 2010. I walked the streets of Mission, watched a man dangle mid air in front of the ferry building, attempted a vegetarian diet, and met many a dapper French bulldog.
She’s out of focus, but I love her.
Hoping I get back this decade…
Portland Japanse Garden, 2022
Gardens
Gardens don’t just happen. They come about as a product of intention, tending, time, and a little bit of biological luck. One might say they’re a lot of work. Maybe even too much work. But the soul of a place, the enrichment from the fruits, or harvests, or even just being there with all senses, these are rewards worth any of the perceived toil. A garden can be a messy wild place, a dormant place, a manicured place, a thriving place. All of it a part of the seasons, all of it pointing to the balance of what it means to be a garden. I’m so grateful for these spaces.
To Bryan, Happiest 16th Anniversary. I love you.