Pennsylvania and Upstate NY....
A good part of my trip today was spent driving up 15N, which is flanked by the gorgeous Susquehanna river. I had a friend who used to live on the Chenango River (which meets up with the Susquehanna River in Binghamton, my hometown), and we used to canoe to little islands like this one, drink a bottle of wine, nibble on cheese, and sun ourselves on the banks in the summertime.
Once I hit the New York State line, the colors really started to pop. Isn't it strange how photos of mountains never look anywhere near as spectacular as they do in real life?
There is something about returning to the geographic location where one grew up. Something in my body responds to this particular light, air, topography. All ten years that I was in Miami, it never felt "right"...my body missed the seasons so badly, missed being connected to the earth around me....that birth, death, rebirth thing.
I found a place to stay on the internet, the hotel closest to the University, and it turned out to be a very charming inn. They asked me for my specific breakfast preferences when I arrived, and they were $30 cheaper than the Days Inn.... imagine! These dresses are hanging on the wall in my room, and I have an almost uncontrollable need to possess the blue velvet dress, although I have no daughter, and I have not stolen anything since I was 12.
I have a bit of a velvet fetish. I have had dreams about rooms lined with red velvet, and I would awaken with the most incredible sense of well being. I have, on 5 to 6 separate occasions, bought 10 yards of red velvet, even though I have no idea what I will do with it. (It must be a Catholic thing... all those years of going to church, and all I took away from it was a red velvet fixation.) I now have about 60 yards of red velvet in my fabric storage room, waiting for a project. Something to think about on the drive home, along with the omnipresent Virgin Mary problem.
I am staying in my room tonight, honing my lecture, and working on my mailing list, which will never be finished, though I think we counted 1400 names recently. I have to be at the gallery at 9 a.m.
A good part of my trip today was spent driving up 15N, which is flanked by the gorgeous Susquehanna river. I had a friend who used to live on the Chenango River (which meets up with the Susquehanna River in Binghamton, my hometown), and we used to canoe to little islands like this one, drink a bottle of wine, nibble on cheese, and sun ourselves on the banks in the summertime.
Once I hit the New York State line, the colors really started to pop. Isn't it strange how photos of mountains never look anywhere near as spectacular as they do in real life?
There is something about returning to the geographic location where one grew up. Something in my body responds to this particular light, air, topography. All ten years that I was in Miami, it never felt "right"...my body missed the seasons so badly, missed being connected to the earth around me....that birth, death, rebirth thing.
I found a place to stay on the internet, the hotel closest to the University, and it turned out to be a very charming inn. They asked me for my specific breakfast preferences when I arrived, and they were $30 cheaper than the Days Inn.... imagine! These dresses are hanging on the wall in my room, and I have an almost uncontrollable need to possess the blue velvet dress, although I have no daughter, and I have not stolen anything since I was 12.
I have a bit of a velvet fetish. I have had dreams about rooms lined with red velvet, and I would awaken with the most incredible sense of well being. I have, on 5 to 6 separate occasions, bought 10 yards of red velvet, even though I have no idea what I will do with it. (It must be a Catholic thing... all those years of going to church, and all I took away from it was a red velvet fixation.) I now have about 60 yards of red velvet in my fabric storage room, waiting for a project. Something to think about on the drive home, along with the omnipresent Virgin Mary problem.I am staying in my room tonight, honing my lecture, and working on my mailing list, which will never be finished, though I think we counted 1400 names recently. I have to be at the gallery at 9 a.m.
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