Tag Archives: Woodward

Days, days, days…

Whipping by.  Turning into weeks.  Months.  I haven’t been swimming yet this summer.  Blazing hot, here in the Northeast.  Thank god for AC.  A time to not-mind-so-much having a job indoors all day long.

We celebrated K’s birthday three times because of the comings and goings in our household.

Two round trips to Pennsylvania with a weekend inbetween.  I promised I wouldn’t gripe if D. came home in one piece — and he did.

Most of the pictures I took were while going between 40 and 60 m.p.h.  Most of them too blurry to bother with.

The last hour and a half of the drive to Woodward is very pretty — full of scenes like this one.

Lewisburg was having a street festival the night prior to pick up.

Lots of people were out and about and I saw fireflies and toads for the first time in many, many years.  Why are there no fireflies or toads around here?!!

Not much shade at Woodward.

Shot of  ‘the ghetto’.  D. was up the hill in a much better cabin this year.

Warm light and warm decor at Elizabeth’s, in Lewisburg.  A nice treat.

Road trip

The world’s largest skateboard.  To be found, naturally, at the skateboard camp, Woodward, where we dropped Dan recently (that’s him in the foreground).

Pennsylvania was HOT and dry, although I understand that they received some rain since our trip.  You can see how hazy it was.

Blogging has changed me since the last trip down.  On my mind frequently during the drive — seeing the beautiful barns, some in fine repair and others not — was Virginia Gertenbach’s work — both her blog and her quilts — and notably a recent article in “Quilting Arts”.

I like to take pictures as we are driving.  Part of me still revels in the non-filmness of digital photography — all those blurs of nothing can be deleted at no cost to me! I also like ‘drive by shooting’  because it frames reality very differently from how I, as picture-taker, do.  I  like to view the randomness of the camera’s eye.  Sometimes, I get something really interesting that I would never in a million years have framed  ‘on my own’.

The picture below was taken while driving — not exactly speeding along, for obvious reasons — but not stopping to carefully frame a picture either.  One of the buggies was filled with a sweet grouping of children under the age of ten and I would have love to have captured an image of them, but that is one of the foibles of drive-by photography.  The reason I like THIS picture, though, is it lets the viewer feel the oddity of cars and buggies occupying the same road.