sublime #29
a New England road trip that has nothing to do with Christmas
A few weeks ago we took ourselves off on a 1500 mile road trip, drawing a squished circle around JFK airport. We stopped in Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New York, Pennsylvania and back round to New York again. We saw late autumn colour, took lessons in vernacular architecture, ate at places with ‘smorgasbord’ in the name and followed threads of golden light along the electricity cables. I took a camera with a 35mm lens and used it as a note-taker as much as an ‘art-maker’ because I believe in images as archive as well as a way to figure out my place in the world. My photographs will take some mulling over to figure out how best to share the ones I’d like to but I’d really like to give it a go. What usually happens is that I get overwhelmed and end up drip-feeding a few here and there but for the most-part they stay firmly in my own hard drive/album world.
As a natural organiser, I try to make the task easier by categorising where I can. There are some clearly defined series’ such as the beaver trail we crept along, voices hushed, eyes peeled, American robins racing around our heads. Others are stand alone moments; a man in a pork pie hat with an impressive stride, a pumpkin — squished in the road, a window FULL of mountain.
A random selection of the things I saw on the road:
There are some that are more typologies than essays; leaves are a common theme, as are rocks, lichen and trees, the view of the road through the windscreen over and over again and of course there are the beds…
5 beds that I have slept in recently and their individual hotel, motel, poetry:
Excellent. The fifth one down with the evening's orange glow and the soft shadow of the street light... magic! Well done..