I have the south in my veins- flowing like that murky water from which I was born. That dirty water that infiltrates the womb and fertilizes that damp dark place. The home. I grow, I grow, like a wild vagrant seed and so I survive. Decaying filigree graces the dilapidated facade of my mind. I see beauty in my home. I see beauty within me. I am a child of this land.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Instagram images of my recent travels: (Diptych 1: flying over farm land and a cabin in the Mississippi Delta. Diptych 2 and 4: hikes in Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania. Diptych 3: images from New York.)
I am at my finest when I travel and if I go too long without exploration I start to feel stuffy and stagnant. These are only a few small adventures I've had over the past few months, but they have helped to keep me sane. I guess you could say I'm a bit of a Traveling Gnome wannabe :)
Sunday, October 14, 2012
With the first frost, this past weekend, J and I woke and drove into the mountains to catch the early light. It was a short break but as we drove under that giant mountain, and into the gorge, it was as if we passed through some secret passage- into the another world.
I am not being faithful to this place, and my photos, and so I am not faithful to myself. I am full of shameful excuses but non will do. Lets hope I am getting better. I am ready to be myself again.