I am thinking about flight, about the trips I've been on, the adventures I've had, the locales I've soaked up. I am thinking about preserving them, keeping them close to my heart.
I've created a photoset on flickr that explores some of my favorite images from these trips called crossing state lines.
Boston: thoughts like dandelion fluff.
Carolinas: arrival, hawt, charleston charleston, a day (not) at the beach
Alaska: sitka, ketchican, at sea, take it one day at a time
Palm Beach: where the world becomes surreal, where it all begins, where i am awed by a poetry reading, where my husband joins me, where we visit the beach and i put my feet in the ocean,
where we go to the morikami gardens, i am floored by a poetry panel, and i meet sharon olds, where i come home and my suitcase weighs too much,
New Orleans: Friday and a wee bit of Thursday, Saturday
I am home. It was so fast, but isn't that how it always is, when you are spending time with friends?
life, week 16
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