Sedentary

“Once again I am leaving home, turning into a traveler. Travel isn’t just a passion for me; it’s an identity that has wrapped and tangled its branches and tendrils around me so intricately that I can’t see through the thicket sometimes. I don’t stop to think about why it’s so important for me to be able to move around from place to place. I just do it: I pack up and go.

"There is probably nothing more disconcerting, more terrifying, for hard-core travelers to contemplate than the life of a tree. A traveler is by definition footloose; trees send down deep, abiding roots. They don’t stay put because they are timid or incurious or on a budget, or because they have demanding jobs or family obligations. Trees stay where they are because if they abandon their point of origin they will cease to exist.”

Daisann McLane, Nat Geo Traveler March-April 2012 Issue

Intoxication

I have just returned from an unexpected weekend-turned-ten-days trip to visit my friend Jocelyn in Tampa, Florida. On the day before I was supposed to fly home, it was off-handedly suggested to me that I just stay. Immediately, the flame in my spontaneous spirit was kindled and the less influential logical crank in my head started turning. I could not find a single reason not to stay.

I was intoxicated with the power of my freedom.

While Joce and I did occasionally enjoy other means of intoxication, this was the moment that most filled me with a sense of invulnerability and exhilaration. The lifestyle I have chosen allows me to act on my impulses without consequences, and I really couldn't ask for more.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

Robert Frost

Live art show

Davis Island beach

baby sister

my wonderful host for ten days

Bay Shore Blvd

Tampuuuhhhhh