Trips

I have grown up making pilgrimages to Mississippi from North Carolina, several times a year, (give or take) my whole life. I find that car travel offers the solitary driver an opportunity for meditation & deep thinking, and when a passenger or two are thrown in it's a great time to philosophise and for story telling. It also makes for multiple photo ops!
This is a factory along the John Belk in Charlotte that I've been attracted to since riding the school bus past it on my way to high school every day. I've always wanted to photograph it, and only just last weekend got a quick shot, cruising by.

I remember people always saying how "travel is good for you" and on & on in a rather Jack Kerouac sort of way; I thought it was all much ado about people with nothing more productive to do with their money.

I stand corrected. It's a time for reflection; putting physical distance between me and my home turf gives me a fresh perspective on everything in life. It's not really a revelation, but something that bubbled up to the surface of my conscious while commuting to Atlanta's Scott's Antique Market with my sister a few years ago. Oh, the ideas we would collaborate on during that monthly gypsy caravan of art pilgrimage!

I do love the open road. I'm grateful that after high school I worked in New Mexico a few summers and had the opportunity to drive from here to the Grand Canyon and back with only an atlas and a car! To sound perfectly old timey about it, travel was different before cell phones and navigation technology, more of an adventure and I'm so glad I got to experience it.

I'm traveling again this weekend for a fast & furious Friday through Sunday adventure, trying to get my fill before my hip surgery next week. And as you might suspect, I've asked if I may keep the bone they saw out. That hip has seen a lot of action and I'd like to have it back!
Cross your fingers that "they" will agree to my request. If so, I'll have pictures!