Yesterday was a driving day; I took not a single photo. But this morning, back in Richmond, we are sitting on the back patio, in perfect temperatures, with sun and blue sky, looking across the wooded ravine, listening to the mellow tones of the new wind chime. And note: one can make art from anything: here’s the owl.
I am so far behind! This should have been posted last Saturday, which was Local Yarn Store day. I was in Brattleboro to knit with a friend, and of course we had to go to the Local Yarn Store: Handknits, on Elliot Street. I bought a better needle for my current project (two at a time on one circular needle socks) and my friend bought yarn for a couple of projects, and needles. Across the street is an art gallery; the llama in the window caught my eye (Look! Fiber!), and then the meerkats next to it.
Thursday, March 31: Three of us drove over to Portland, Maine this afternoon. This decal was in the window of a truck in front of us. I guess there’s always the possibility that it’s saying something really rude – but I hope someone out there knows what it means! I guess, if it’s something one should not say in public, I don’t want to know, though.
Arriving to visit the friend with whom I am staying, this guardian was on the porch – along with its dove:
Sunday, December 5: I parked in a Cracker Barrel parking lot last night, as the campgrounds I wanted closed for the season two weeks ago. Grumble. I’m not sure why – it’s hunting season, hunters camp. And they don’t have running water anyway, so the possibility of it freezing is not an excuse. And there’s no snow yet, around there. But it was flat, and quiet, and dark enough. I treated myself to breakfast before I left, and still was on the road at 8:25. My route alternated between secondary highways and pieces of interstates, a good balance between speed (not that I cruise as fast as the speed limit, usually!) and interest.
This sculpture is probably by Anna Radocchia, of Bennington, Vermont. I’ve not seen a lot of her work, but this one I really like – even just leaning against a barn, not displayed to advantage. I bet when the sun hits it right, it casts really interesting shadows.
Tomorrow I’ll try to do a summary of the trip; the cat is demanding attention!
Saturday, November 27: Two carloads of us headed off to Shidoni. This compound includes a sculpture park, a gallery, a glass studio and shop, the foundry out back, and an interactive museum (closed today). It’s been years since I’ve been able to wander here – it’s been closed the last couple of times I’ve been to Santa Fe. Outdoors, sculpture is spread over several acres.
Here are some of the sculptures that caught my eye this time:
Then it was home for a while, for food and naps and recuperation. In the evening some of us took the long way to pick up pizza – going around downtown to see the lights. The Plaza lights are something you’d see in any over the top decoration, going for density rather than style; what makes the Southwest special is their farolitos (luminaria). These are plastic, now, except when people put the old style paper bag with candle inside ones out on Christmas Eve.
Friday, November 19: On the road again! I left the ranch shortly after 8AM, and took mostly secondary highways – which, in a state as large as Texas, might as well be interstate highways! The speed limit is the same, and they usually have four lanes, divided. The nicest difference is that every 20 miles or so, you go through a town and get to slow down and use the muscles that have been focused on the gas peddle for too long! And it’s OK to stop along the side of the road and take photos like the one above, or stop for historical markers. Or turkeys.
There are nice picnic areas, sometimes along streams – the first was Bear Creek, upstream and down:
The next was at the San Saba River:
This part of Texas grows white things – cotton farms, wind farms, sheep farms, although I didn’t get any good photos of the sheep.
I drove hundreds of miles, rarely out of sight of wind turbines turning gracefully. But the above photo was taken at a rest area – one of the nicest I’ve seen, in a modest kind of way. It included tasteful tilework, the above sandstone with pictographs based on indigenous images, and a display that showed scenes of life in the area from 150 years ago – except for the wind turbine in one corner!
Doors to the restrooms
I stopped in Mason, to read one of the historical markers, and drive through the city park, which includes RV camping and a well kept bath house.
I ended the day in the small town of Lamesa, toward the western edge of the state, at 4:45 after 365 miles, with plenty of daylight to get a few rows of knitting done. Here’s tonight’s moon:
Saturday, November 13: Having started the morning in Florida, it wasn’t far to Daphne, Alabama. My mission was to deliver the piece of driftwood (shown above as it was transported in the Roadtrek) to the granddaughter of the South Carolina cousins. Except for the failure of the mapping program to get me around the gate between me and their house, this was a relatively easy thing to accomplish, and not much off my route. Then it was on across the short end of Alabama, and the same with Mississippi. The Mississippi Welcome Center had a collection of interesting sculpture, and I spent my walking around time admiring it.
Then it was on to Louisiana. Their Welcome Center featured an alligator under the fall themed tree.
I went north of New Orleans, listening to Creole music and French on the radio, waving distantly to the friends I wasn’t stopping to see in the area. There had clearly been a lot of storm/wind damage; there were a lot of trees down and a lot of blue tarps on roofs. There were crews out dealing with downed wood along several sections of the interstate highway, which seems to have lost some of its signage. It was relatively early when I stopped for the day, at a campground near Lafayette that had a boat launch, and I was on the water by 3:30. I will give that kayaking its own post tomorrow.
Spending several days with cousins in Conway, we’ve spent some time exploring downtown. This is a bustling place, just inland from Myrtle Beach and its touristing economy. The town has clearly put some effort into encouraging the arts – there are murals scattered around town, of which the following are a representative sample. The very helpful people at the tourist info center downtown were happy to talk history, and share maps of the murals and the Conway Critters.
Conway Critters are scattered through the downtown, with a few along the River Walk.
Apparently last year the town workers wanted to do something for the youth who were struggling with pandemic lockdowns. They decorated for Halloween, and continued the tradition this year. No, those are not orange trees with oranges – they are pumpkin trees, with pumpkins. Plastic, though –
Amber came along for the ride, and a walk by the river. Between activities, she gathered her strength!
Thursday, 9/16: Time to move on – after breakfast (Julie has discovered microwave scrambled eggs, and Genne got to lick out what remained.) The geese watched me load up and move out.
My destination wasn’t far, as roadtrips go – the area on the north side of Baltimore. My cousin is in the Mt. Washington neighborhood, and aunt in Towson. Between them, in Mt. Washington, is this beautifully carved guardian:
I somehow missed including this photo with yesterday’s post of kayaking Hall’s Pond. Must have used strong line and a huge hook for so heavy a fish!