In the fall, traveling across Kentucky and the Virginias, on our way from Mammoth Cave National Park to Shenandoah National Park. The autumn colors peaking on the trees, no rain, no wind. Drive by the bourbon distilleries, you can smell the sour mash.
Along the Florida Gulf Coast there are the signs for tupelo honey and oyster man wanted. This winter it is raw oysters served at Up A Creek. Searching for my favorite sourdough bread baker who has left the town and returned to Orlando.
Springtime was in Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. There it is dry, no fires allowed. The lakes are down, dry grounds all around. Nature displayed everyday in forms cast towards the horizon. Now it is snowing in Utah.
returning to home
patient as a summer day
new journeys unfold
