With the turn of the calendar page, I'm going to try and be better about adding a note or two to this blog page.
Maybe if I ease back in, the words and creativity will start to flow down the dry paths?
Sometimes it will be a photo, or sometimes it will be a turn of the phrase.
Speaking of a turn of phrase:
These, from a recent New York Times Travel article, particularly struck me, especially after a recent quick trip back up to Connecticut's familiar back roads:
At that moment, I understood that you could not inhabit anyplace permanently, except in memory, and that this was as it should be. ...
I felt the shimmer of time’s continuum flickering against the backdrop of place. ...... I realized there did not have to be just one home: In the mind, geography converges; beloved landscapes, villages, cities, countries, all become one, in the borderless scrapbook of memory.
from A Return to Rural France, and to Childhood Memories, by Liesl Schillinger on May 28, 2014, New York Times
Writer's envy? Travel envy? A bit of both. You betcha. But ... so grateful for what I do have.
Scenes from CT quick trip:
Xo, Auntie Nettie