Walking, waiting, being
“We are a landscape of all we have seen.” – Isamu Naguchi
In sorting through my life and old photos last night, I came across these three images. They were taken on my last night in London this past summer.
I wandered through Regent’s park and felt a lot for the place // the city as a whole.
London will always have a special place in my heart and I know that (*in addition to my beloved India and Nepal too) it will always be a place I go back to . . . Now and for years to come.
Best of all things are the lights in the sky
but what I am seeking is sleep.
Or not sleep exactly,
because of the dreams and the damage they do,
but places to sleep, on the ground,
in the middles of cities that are strange to me:
cots that cost nothing, whatever the slant,
spots that are mine at nightfall,
favorable places the size of my body,
where grass grows out of the brickwork,
under the stars or the lights of the tunnels.
– Thomas Frick
The Road West
Just now settling back to life in NC after a wild week-long journey West.
From Monday – Monday, I was in Colorado and Utah. I took time off my normal life and routine here, packed my backpack and went with the full intention of some self-care. I left my computer and work at home, and traveled to a new state (Utah) for love and exploration and time in the wilderness.
I hiked, snapped a few photos, and even chipped a tooth!
Enjoy this pink sky from a drive across I-70. More to come someday.
“It should not be denied… that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West.” – Wallace Stegner