Back in the old days, a long time ago, I was a sophisticated, well dressed, with it, New Yorker. I lived on the Upper West Side, I graduated from The Fashion Institute of Technology, I was pretty hip. Then I moved to the Midwest, got married and started a family. My job wasn’t to be sophisticated and hip anymore. My job was to raise my family. I got back to NY periodically, but my trips were meeting family and friends and I never really got to be just me in the city I love. Two weeks ago I stayed in Brooklyn looking at the skyline images below from my apartment. I was there for 9 days and 8 glorious nights. I was taking a photography workshop with the esteemed David Alan Harvey (more about that later). I shared an apartment on the 17th floor of a building in Williamsburg with a dear friend. I walked, and walked, and walked. My almost daily was over the Williamsburg Bridge. I loved every single second I was in NY. It is a city teeming with life. I can hardly wait to go back.
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At the very end of March when gas prices were reaching their highest (sigh) we embarked on a 4,792 mile road trip heading from Minnesota out to Martha’s Vineyard, down to Savannah, and all kinds of points in between.
I learned that less really is more. I loved living out of the car with just the possessions we had with us to manage and care for. The radio was never on. We talked and talked and looked and looked. It felt as if life got funneled right down to the very second we were in at any given moment and everything else just slipped away. I actually caught myself thinking of nothing at all more than a few times. When I was young and carefree I would delight in catching myself thinking about nothing many times a day. It was divine.
I’ll start with my favorite moment of trip photography. We were in Port Royal, SC and heading into a restaurant by the shrimp docks for dinner. The light was perfect and I saw this pelican flying towards the boats. Pelicans are quite possibly one of the least graceful birds I have ever witnessed fly ( the Pileated wood pecker comes in 2nd) As his buddies looked on he came in for his landing on the mast:
My Grandfather was a shrimp boat captain. I felt close to him as I stood by these marvelous vessels.
We spent time on Martha’s Vineyard, a place where my heart feels at home. I love Menemsha, the little fishing village that is down island. I set up my shot and waited, and waited, and finally:
Annapolis. this image says it all:
Easter in Savannah:
John’s Great Grandparent’s home in Boiling Springs, SC
John taking a trip down memory lane. Take a minute and read these bumper stickers!
The Blue Mountains really put on their finest for us:
Click here for a slideshow of the highlights—————————————–>ROAD TRIP 2012