Solo Travel II.
(Mostly) Bicycling America XXXVI. Three Landscapes III. Cotton Field, Somewhere, South Carolina, 2015. This was taken on my first day in South Carolina after leaving Charolotte, NC earlier that morning. Cotton fields. Cottony clouds. Made, and still makes, me think of nineteenth century French landscape paintings.
History Is A Long, Slow-Moving River, The Future Is A Horizon Never Reached, And The Present Is The Continuously Moving Point Of Understanding Where The Two Meet, Tombigbee River, Gainesville, AL 2016
Bicycling America XIX. Rafters on the Rio Grande, Taos, NM, June, 2016. I spent a fair bit of time in Taos during the month of June. Taos, then Santa Fe, then Taos, then Santa Fe. Between Taos and Santa Fe was where my knee bothered me to the point of having to stop cycling. If you've read a few posts back you will know that I bought a car around this time. While in Taos I made it a point to check out the Rio Grande Gorge, as well as the nearby messa, and the community of earthships also nearby. I was lucky to have a met a very cool woman who I am still in touch with today in fact, who was happy to allow me to stay with her at her friend's place whom she was housesitting for. I met this friend of hers through a gentleman I stayed with, her ex-husband, in Las Vegas, NM (not to be confused with Las Vegas, NV). Peculiar chains of relationship become sort of normal, I've discovered, when one allows oneself to be vulnerable, and therefor more available, to these episodes of serendipity. Something about the tao, the universe....
Up a mountain somewhere around Frisco and Breckenridge too long ago….
(Mostly) Bicycling America XXXII. Oil Rigs in Gulf of Mexico, Dauphin Island, Alabama, December, 2018. Well, as per my last post, this was shot while I was on Dauphin Island. There was a beach near where I was staying (well, there was beach everywhere, as the island was quite narrow) with a bunch of these large, covered gazebos that were up on stilts, which gave one a heightened view of the surrounding beach and waters. I used the railing, roof posts, and bottom edge of the roof as framing guides for this shot. Turned out quite nicely I think! Words can not explain at my shock at the number of oil platforms out there (not just in this picture); they're EVERYWHERE, and at night light up the horizon like the lights of small villages seen from a mountain pass in the distance.
