Living in One’s Element

Life is good

I met Mrs. Green only once but she made quite the impression on my 10 year old self.  While I was staying with a friend, we took Mrs. Green a bouquet of flowers and in return, she offered us cookies and one of my first ”Ah Ha!” moments.  Mrs. Green opened a camel back steamer trunk filled with old photographs, journals, letters and postcards from what was already a long life.  She let me rifle through her collection of memories as she told us tales. Her adept storytelling, accompanied by the amazing artifacts of a life lived well, galvanized my attention.  I was dazzled and vowed to fill my own steamer trunk.

Snowy breakfast

My sister and I have been car camping together since the summer of 1989.  We sometimes head out onto the road for 1000’s of miles without staying at a motel or campground.  This was true even when we were driving a compact car.  In 2004, Shaunna bought the Honda Element and we have been traveling in luxury ever since.

The following slide show is a visual poem about small roads, living out of a truck, adventure, sisters and The West.

Living in One’s Element

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Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Yvonne and Shaunna under the Cathedral Tree

Lincoln recieved 13.5 inches of heavy, wet snow that stuck to every surface it touched.  This was hard on some trees but for me and my sister, it was an invitation to wander. There is something exhilarating about being out and about on foot in weather that keeps cars parked.  Snow covered the now surreal landscape.  The weight of the snow transformed the ordinary into forms that even Dr. Seuss would admire.

Looking up into the Cathedral Tree

Much of the morning was spent exploring the neighborhoods between my house and Wyuka Cemetery.  Snow plows and 4×4  trucks with snow blades were our only competition for the side streets.  The two passenger cars we met were the ones we helped push out of the deep snow.

I took another walk about in the evening after dark.  It was a muffled and beautiful world.  Like Joel Meyerowitz, I too love it when artificial and natural light mingle in unanticipated ways.  Using only available light and long exposures, I delighted in the strange colors  being bounced around and reflected by the snow.  The cloud curtain became sheer and the moon started making guest appearances above the parking lot trees.  I would have done a cartwheel in response if only my boots were not so heavy.

Chocolate Skies over Lincoln with the Moon

Morning sunshine beckoned and I was dazzled by the ice crystals and shapes of snow that still clung to the branches.  I see many more walks in the days to come and life is good.

Elm Tree with Morning Snow

Glowing Tree Across the Street