One of USA's favorite past-times seems to me to label. Jet's fan. Mid-westerner. Black American. Places are not spared either. University Town. A term that fascinates me because of the single identity that the name conjures up. The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill was warm. It was southern. And it produced two of... Continue Reading →
Why I Smiled When At Sedona
The stones were fiery red. They stretched all over the horizon blocking everything behind me. When I reached out to touch the fissures, the early morning sunlight had not yet warmed the chill of the night on them. Sedona, Chapel of the Holy Cross, did not disappoint. The Americas of the midwest was a different country.... Continue Reading →
Afternoons in the Cabin in the Woods in Vermont
Inasmuch as needs were concerned, for those three days that I spent in the Green Mountains of Vermont, I was a perfectly content man. As far as I could see there were green trees poured over never-ending folds of mountains dissolving into cool blue-gray shape-shifting clouds. A wooden cabin filled with musty old books, hidden passages leading to... Continue Reading →
Walking the Grand Canyon Rim
The Mundane An impromptu trip to the canyons turned out to be the highlight of a memorable trip. A memorable trip with mundane beginnings. The trappings of traveling, digitizing, and chronicling is soporific. Comfortably settled with predictable problems? Try middle class travel. However travels, especially solo trips have almost always resulted in a changed perspective for me.... Continue Reading →
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