Traveling the Nevada desert is traveling in a time warp.
Summer is quickly coming to a close. Children are in many cases back to school. Labor Day is a week away. The age old ritual of asking what you did last summer is here.
Here is what I did last summer:
It is a new year. Yesterday, I could not even send an email for lack of bandwidth; but it is a new beginning today. After days of museums and cities we struck out into the country of Holland; the pays bas or low country. driving over vast dikes where water levels are carefully monitored.
The skies we saw reminded me of those of Ruisdael.
Each time one visits a new place one tries to determine what that place is like. Of course we choose to see what we want to see and in this case not speaking the language compounded the problem.
This is in response to those who asked:”Who are you?” It is a least a dimension.Boats have always been a part of my life. Naturally interwoven with the story of Newport.
As promised, here is the completed version of my post about a month ago.
I found my self reluctant to leave Lancaster county and the Amish. For me, they exude a calm that was very pleasant to experience.
I am reminded of my years in school where reading those poets who rue the loss of the pastoral life. I understood intellectually the discussion that ensued, however I never felt their words; that is until today.