2018

It’s been a quiet week but strolling around Gainesville provides a lot of photo ops, so this week features the strange and wonderful city that is my recently adopted home.

Gainesville has a ton of trees, of all sizes and shapes, and when the sun is out, it pays to look up at the treetops.

The local utility has a plant in town and this week I finally went down there to take some shots. It has great potential for future photo sessions. 

Another day, I stumbled across Mount Pleasant United Methodist Church, the home of the oldest black congregation in Gainesville. This is the third church on the site, completed in 1906. 

There are a lot of old houses around town, and this one caught my eye.

And then there was this, outside — appropriately enough — a funeral home. Right on Main Street, in the center of town. Yep, I told you Gainesville was different…

Who knows what I’ll see in the next week?!

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There’s still a carefree atmosphere of diversity and freedom and just a really homey and calm vibe to the town.

Nicholas Etrick, UF student

I have to say, living in Florida definitely beats those cold northern temps my friends have been enduring lately. I almost hate to post this photo of me and my friend, Sherry, kayaking on Friday. Almost.

We explored the waterfront of Sarasota Bay and saw two dolphins (mother and child), one osprey diving for food, several pelicans (YAY!), and one wedding (onshore). Sarasota is a new place for me, and this Ringling mansion (winter home of one of the Ringling Brothers of circus fame) was definitely the fanciest building I’ve seen in a while.

Sherry and her husband were hosting me for the holiday weekend, and she was an excellent cook as well. When asked if there was any traditional Thanksgiving food I liked, I said my mother made cloverleaf rolls but they were kind of complicated and I’d be happy with anything they served. Lo and behold, I showed up on Thursday to this:

The weirdest thing about Sarasota was this statue by the waterfront. Go figure…

Other than a bit of Friday shopping at a bookstore (whee, a really nice, independent bookstore, something we don’t have in Gainesville) and chores and errands, it’s been a quiet week. Two paddles in one week definitely made me a happy camper. This week’s cover photo is the view on the water of Lake Warburg in Gainesville.

We do get weather here, as the above photo shows. And as I was watching the livestream of Mars Insight landing on the red planet, the world outside my Alto was thundering and lightening and pouring down rain. It was a nice break from all that sunshine and warmth 🙂

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I think there’s a poet who wrote once a tragedy by Shakespeare, a symphony by Beethoven and a thunderstorm are based on the same elements. I think that’s a beautiful line.

Maximilian Schell

Another quiet week here in northern Florida, with a mix of weather so hot we were in the pool, so cold we had the heat on, and so rainy that things got pretty muddy outside the Alto, all in the space of seven days. Go figure. And then walking around the neighborhood, I saw this and I don’t quite know what to make of it.

I’m also not sure what to do with this, a magazine display at the local Publix grocery store. It’s a little different than I’m used to being what some might call a #liberalsnowflake (and I’m fine with that).

Then again, I never saw anything like this in California…

It all kind of leaves me feeling like this piece at a local art exhibition…

Between the local scene and the shambles that were the state election results, it’s going take me a while to figure out where I fit in here in Florida. For now, I’m taking the advice of another display at the art show. Not sure what it means, but I think it means I can do anything I want, right?

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Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare. 

Audre Lord

Another Wednesday, and I’m sitting outside in my comfy camp chair, gently rocking with the breeze as I write this. If I sound mellow, that’s about right. Two weeks of being in one place has been a luxury. This trend will continue till late January, and I’m enjoying it so very much. It’s not that I hate moving, it’s more that I’ve realized I was moving so much that I didn’t have time to be still and let what I’ve seen seep into my soul and then come back out as art. I was taking photos on the fly, hoping that a bit of post-processing and a quick blog post would capture the essence of what I saw. As the weeks and months flew by, I was getting more frustrated with my posts and yet I couldn’t figure out why.  It took sitting still for a few weeks to realize that things need to change when I go back out on the road next January.

This is the first time ever that I have not been in motion in my adult life. I’ve always been working or looking for the next job; I’ve never had the luxury of just being somewhere, without the pressure of a job, either in progress or ahead of me. And since I moved into my trailer, this is also the first time I’ve stopped for more than a few weeks and not had to be thinking ahead about packing things up and moving to the next spot. I have the time to think about what I want to do, and the when and the how of it. This stillness is starting to pay off.

Two ideas I’m working on have to do precisely with “moving and doing” vs. “stopping and thinking.” In 2019, I’ve decided to focus my travels on two themes and build in time while traveling to stop and reflect on those themes and process the photos and experiences before they get away from me. Sometimes it feels like the last two years of traveling are a jumble in my head and the challenge of writing in depth about what I’ve seen or done is overwhelming. By focusing my travel on themes and locales, with time to synthesize my thoughts and images before I move on, I hope to produce better blog posts and maybe even some essays that dive more deeply into places or topics of note.

The first theme for 2019 is the Civil Rights Movement in the United States. I had originally planned to explore places in Alabama this fall, but I realized I wasn’t ready for it. I need to do more reading and learning about historical events and and politics before I see these places in order to fully appreciate them in the context of American history. This winter, I’ll be working my way through a reading list as well as selecting places to visit and then the time to absorb it all and write about it. I’m giving myself eight weeks in the Spring to explore this theme, and that feels like a solid start.

The second theme is more photography-based. One of the photographers I’ve followed for years is David du Chemin, because he writes more about the why of an image than the technical side, like lenses, tripods, and lighting. He’s much more apt to ask Why that image and not this one? or What story am I trying to tell? and that speaks to me more than worrying about which F-stop I’m using. His latest missive was about diving deep, rather than wide and in it, he challenged his readers to pick a subject and dive into it for a year. The second I read that sentence, the word “trees” popped into my head and it hasn’t left.

The idea of spending a year really looking at and learning about trees seems to be exactly the right idea at the right time. As with all ideas that resonate deeply with me, the synchronicity of trees has been building for a while. I just finished reading The Overstory, a fantastic book that weaves trees into the stories of several characters, who then are woven together by the tree story lines into one larger epic, sort of the way individual trees are really a forest. The book is amazing on many levels and it got me thinking deeply about trees and all that I have seen as I’ve gone cross-country the last few years. In 2019, I want to head out west by mid-year, and so the range of trees and forests I could see in the next year could encompass most of the forests in the US, if I plan it right. I have no idea where this theme will lead me, but I want to find out.

Other than thinking a lot, I haven’t done a whole lot the past week. Did a few hikes bathing in the Florida forest, had some good meals with friends, walked around the neighborhood, and got to know my way around on foot. Now if only the weather would cool down, it would be perfect.

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When you go into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees… and some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens and some of them are – whatever. And you look at the tree, and you just – allow it. You appreciate it. You see why it is the way it is, you sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way, and you don’t get all emotional about it, you just allow it. You appreciate the tree.

The minute you get near humans, you lose all that, and you’re constantly saying, “You’re too this,” or “I’m too this,” or – that judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees, which means appreciating them just the way they are.

Ram Dass

Been a quiet week here in Gainesville, except for the trip two hours south to see manatees in their winter haven (see Sunday’s post). Here’s a shot that didn’t make it into that report.

I’ve been walking a lot, getting to know the neighborhood. The trees are old here, and big, and they are amazing.

It’s almost like Spring here in Florida. It’s too hot during the summer for flowers to grow, so now that it’s cooling down (only 82F today!), the buds are breaking out all over.

I’m going to take a break from weekly updates in November, since I’ll be stationary for the month and getting my lazy on. You might see some posts with places I’ve been but maybe not. I might just hang out the “On Vacation” shingle for a while.

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Be yourself, but always your better self.

Karl G. Maeser

The week started with two nights at Dreher Island State Park, somewhere in the middle of South Carolina. I got lucky and my site was close enough to the water I could just slide down a little bit of land to launch my kayak and have a nice afternoon paddle. My campsite was just to the right of where the kayak is pointing.

I was only 20 miles or so from Columbia, the state capital, so I went in on Thursday to have a look around. The Museum of Art is adding space, so it’s a hot mess of noise and construction, but the upside was free admission! And this is a cool collection, organized by theme rather than chronologically, so you can understand the evolution of portraiture or modern art or even furniture. Small collection but some big names: Warhol, Miro, Monet, and Calder were some of the artists represented. I say check it out if you’re in Columbia.

From the sublime to the slightly ridiculous: two blocks away is the world’s largest fire hydrant. Non-functional, thankfully, and fenced in so that dogs don’t get any ideas…

One of the highlights of the day was spending time at the African-American History Monument, tracing the history from Africa to modern day. Look for a separate post on this later…

Friday, I hitched up the Alto and headed further south, into Georgia and a return to Skidaway Island State Park. This time, I did more exploring, including a zombie ghost tour in Savannah with friends (thanks, Neil and Lori, it was definitely a fun evening!) and a visit to a mile-long avenue of live oaks at Wormsloe. More trees to love. (The spooky cover photo this week is from the ghost tour.)

From there, I did a one-night stand at Crooked River State Park (Georgia). It was a nice enough park but I was definitely jonesing to get home and stop moving. This is the little lake right in the campground, where there’s a tiny sign warning you alligators are in there. A lovely reminder of all that is the tropical South.

And then, Monday, I made it to Gainesville, and the end to this 18-month sojourn through the US and Canada (May 2, 2016 – Oct 29, 2018). I’ll go back out in the Spring, but for now I’m planted firmly in the tiny RV park that is my friends’ side yard. This time I even have a canopy!

To celebrate my arrival, we took a stroll down to the newly named Tom Petty Park and then hit up happy hour at the local sushi bar. Ah, civilization rocks!

I have a large backlog of places I want to feature on my blog in the next few months, so I’m not going away. I’ll be taking advantage of the opportunity to reflect and synthesize my experiences into art, as all artists do. So stay tuned…

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There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.

Dorothy

Ah, back in the land of data. No, not that guy from Star Trek:TNG. Real data, the kind that means pictures upload in seconds instead of minutes, and pages load in the blink of an eye instead of while I’m doing the dishes waiting for Facebook or the New York Times to display on my tablet.

The last week was lovely, and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it, but the data connectivity there was poor to none unless I drove to the overlook or into town (which is how I did yesterday’s post, btw). As Joni Mitchell once wrote “you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone” and internet connectivity definitely falls into that category.

To offset that lack, I had actual physical friends to camp with for the weekend. Real people, real conversations, and a lot of laughter and stories. All told, there were seven Alto trailers in the little campground and, for once, I was the one with the noisy campfire group 🙂 Some of us went kayaking one warm afternoon…

and those of us who stayed until Monday hiked a bit of the Appalachian Trail (my second AT hike!).

It was well worth the rocky paths and ups and downs to see a bit of fall color and the magnificence of Laurel Falls.

By Tuesday, all the other Altos had left the campground, and so I did the exciting things that vagabonds do in their down time: laundry, grocery shopping, making business calls, and filling the tank with gasoline. Wednesday, it was my turn to hitch up and head south, aiming for Gainesville by end of the month.

I’m doing three hops to get home, two nights in South Carolina, two nights in northern Georgia and then three nights along the coast near the GA/FL state line to get my coastal vibe on before I head inland for a few months. I made a good pick for my first hop: sweet waterfront access from my site so I hopped into the kayak for a late afternoon paddle.

And that’s my week. Hope yours had at least one adventure in it somewhere!

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Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound. 

Herman Melville

 

 

For the first time since I started vagabonding, it’s a lucky day: the weekly update is the same day as my birthday. Whee! So instead of a weekly report, I’m featuring some of my favorite moments from the last year.

The Year of 62 started out quite beautifully on the shores of Lake Superior (cover photo above). From there, I made my way west across Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, and then New Mexico. I visited the Ghost Ranch near Santa Fe, a huge bucket list item for me since it’s where Georgia O’Keeffe lived for so many years.

December and January were kind of a blur of travel, across New Mexico and Arizona, up the coast of California, down the Central Valley to avoid wildfires, and seeing Sequoia National Park…

… then coming back down to LA for the holidays before heading across the country on the southernmost route I could find to get to my new domicile in Florida. Despite the routing, I still ran into freezing temps. Turns out this would be a weird weather year.

I spent time on the Gulf Coast in Galveston and Florida, and it was as beautiful as can be.

February and March was all about beaches in South Carolina and I walked along the water almost every day. It was in South Carolina, in March, that I fell in love with a tree. I’m still in love with that tree.

In April and May, I worked my way up the east coast (North Carolina, Delaware, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York, and Maine) into Canada, where Nova Scotia became another bucket list item I got to check off my list. It’s now on my other list, of places I want to go back to in future, along with almost every other place I visited in the Maritimes.

Returning to the US near the end of July meant lots of opportunities to put my inflatable kayak into the water. I paddled in New York, Tennesee, and Virginia, and I so enjoyed being back on the water after a few years away.

Fall seemed much delayed this year, with hot temperatures (and one Hurricane Florence) keeping me on the move, seeking both cooler temps and higher ground. I’m ending my Year of 62 in a forest, practicing Shinrin-yoku (forest bathing) and enjoying the wind shaking the leaves from the trees over my head.

Today begins my Year of 63. I have some ideas for adventures and explorations, and some ideas for creative ventures as well. Onward.

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I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.

Georgia O’Keefe

Welcome to October, the month of fall foliage, crazy costumes, and other adventures!

Much of the last week, I was obsessed with the 52 Frames photography challenge. This past week, the challenge was to take a famous photograph and then recreate it or otherwise pay homage to it. I chose Sally Mann, a Virginia photographer whose work I saw in Washington DC earlier this year. It took me a ton of shots and post-processing to get close to what I wanted to do; I ended up with two favorites and could only submit one. This is the one that didn’t get submitted.

I finished out my 10-night stand at New River State Park on Monday, after a few trips up and down the Blue Ridge Parkway sections near it. The BPR is one beautiful parkway and the cover photo to this post is just one of the images I shot. I’ll have a separate post on the Blue Ridge Parkway in future, as I’m not quite done with it for this year.

The rest of the New River area was also pretty darned scenic. I really am enamored of western North Carolina and will probably come back in the Spring.

After a sunny and foggy drive halfway from New River to Asheville, I stopped at Linville Falls for a short hike to see the main attraction. It was definitely worth the walk.

To get close to Asheville mostly involves staying at some kind of RV parks, so I bit the bullet and picked the nicest one I could find. The spots are small, the privacy minimal, but I’m mostly out and about during the days so I can deal.

The best part about this place is that after a steep walk up the hill to the upper campground level, there is a fantastic view of the mountains, especially at sunset. We were all out there Tuesday evening taking photos.

I’m a bit late with today’s report because I had a fun day in Asheville, with my friend Leslie acting as tour guide and lead shopping expert. I successfully avoided purchasing anything at the cool bookstore downtown but I did get snared into a pair of fun trousers (on sale), and then a blouse and sweater at another place. Combine that with Thai lunch and dessert to French Broad Chocolate Lounge, and it was a very fun day (thanks, Leslie!). Asheville is really a cool place, and I think I’ll be back here, too.

I’ll be enjoying more of Asheville till Sunday when I retreat back to the mountains for another few weeks, so I am going to enjoy city life while it’s here. Hope you all are enjoying your week!

Oh, and here’s the photo I did submit for the 52 Frames challenge.

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I have to see a thing a thousand times before I see it once.

Thomas Wolfe, Ashville native (from You Can’t Go Home Again)