I Will Fly Away II

“He put on a little knapsack and he walked through Indiana and Kentucky and North Carolina and Georgia clear to Florida. He walked among farmers and mountain people, among swamp people and fishermen. And everywhere people asked him why he was walking through the country.
Because he loved true things he tried to explain. He said he was nervous and besides he wanted to see the country, smell the ground and look at grass and birds and trees, to savor the country, and there was no other way to do it save on foot.”
John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

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I can fly, but today, I will walk.

New Work

I shot this in Sydney for my ongoing project entitled Perfect Days.  I’ll be adding this, as well as some additional new ones to my website soon.  I’m looking forward to possibly taking this work in a new direction in the coming months.

“Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.” – Susan Sontag

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Ringing in the New Year

Today I took the Christmas tree down.  This is usually one of the first signs than I’m ready to embrace a new year.  I’m looking forward to what is to come.

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.
– Neil Gaiman

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My Blue Blue Highways – IV

“The moon is brighter since the barn burned down.” – Chinese Proverb

Sometimes in my travels I come across barns.  I travel a lot.  I photograph wherever I am. My job has required me to get around locally and regionally as well and there are farms all over Western NY.  I have friends that live all over the area too.  Naturally, I see a lot of barns when I travel to visit them.  As an artist, I’ve always been drawn to blue highways and photographing rural landscapes (like this one).

And sometimes I do come upon scenes like the ones below that make me stop and take a photograph of a barn, as so many people do.


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“No one sees the barn,” he said finally.

     A long silence followed.
     “Once you’ve seen the signs about the barn, it becomes impossible to see the barn.”
     He fell silent once more. People with cameras left the elevated side, replaced at once by others.
     “We’re not here to capture an image, we’re here to maintain one. Every photograph reinforces the aura. Can you feel it, Jack? An accumulation of nameless energies.”
     There was an extended silence. The man in the booth sold postcards and slides.

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“Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were in the past, those who will come in the future. We’ve agreed to be a part of a collective perception. This literally colors our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism.”

– from White Noise by Don DeLillo

My Blue Highways – II

A long time ago, a boyfriend in Kansas City pointed me to Blue Highways by William Least Heat-Moon because of my love of the open road.  These days, my travel is largely work related and consists of getting into airplanes and making my way from city to city.  I love cities.  And it is for that reason that I also pine for the open road as an escape from time to time.  Sometimes just driving and soaking in the scenery is like vitamins to me, even if I never take a single photograph.

I was driving along Seneca Turnpike near Clinton, NY when I came upon this strange scene and decided to stop and investigate.  I’m sure there’s a story here, but I have no idea what it could possibly be.

“What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do, especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.” – William Least Heat-Moon

My Blue Highways – I

“A car whipped past, the driver eating and a passenger clicking a camera. Moving without going anywhere, taking a trip instead of making one. I laughed at the absurdity of the photographs and then realized I, too, was rolling effortlessly along, turning the windshield into a movie screen in which I, the viewer, did the moving while the subject held still. That was the temptation of the American highway, of the American vacation (from the Latin vacare, “to be empty”).”
― William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways
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