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Home from LOOK3 About 3 miles out the sky fell and sirens screamed possible tornado.  We unloaded the car in soft rain. Our dogs had been boarded all week and brought home ahead. They were happy now, all clean and frisky. Puppy tried to eat candy wrapper. Scrappy turned circles and Loki licked my feet.  Sweet smells welcomed us as we stepped onto the porch. My flowers had grown taller, orange and yellow day lillies had come out, and welcomed us back with open arms. My wonderful sister had slipped in and cleaned my house. The floors shined and she had polished our re-cycled  furniture. She’s the best sis ever.  Bra came off first. Then a glass of cold beer seemed appropriate. A few friends called, texted me with updates.  We ate left over pizza from lunch on the road. It was soggy. No good.  We have been to the Festival of the Photograph in Charlottesville, Va. Left out on Sunday of last week and camped in the Grayson Highlands State Park, spotted with beautiful orange and pink blooms hanging from bushes not native to Alabama. A lot of campers with dogs in tow were out. We met my old college friend Dave from New Orleans there and his dog Dupree. We hadn’t prepared for dinner but Dave cooked up a delicious Jambalaya on his VW camper stove. Mike built a fire.  We drank white wine and talked by the lantern till late. Next morning off the Virginia for the last leg of the journey.   We are fortunate to have friends like Nick and Reba who welcome us into their home and provide a floor in their studio. We spread out our thermal rests and sleeping bag. The night was warm. There were many animal noises as they live in a remote area. Nick’s photographs of gorillas, elephants and giant redwoods surround and remind us of his place in time. Reba’s paintings are very modern. She paints with primary colors, her latest projects are enlarged photographs of family like an Aunt caught in a country kitchen in Killen, Alabama  wearing her Sunday best or a young Uncle joe in WWll uniform. Via a large Kinkos print she places them onto the canvas and paints a haunting yet beautiful portrait. Staring at the viewer they seem to say we are no more who we once were yet someone loves us. Morphed.   I will continue tomorrow.

Home from LOOK3

About 3 miles out the sky fell and sirens screamed possible tornado.  We unloaded the car in soft rain. Our dogs had been boarded all week and brought home ahead. They were happy now, all clean and frisky. Puppy tried to eat candy wrapper. Scrappy turned circles and Loki licked my feet. 

Sweet smells welcomed us as we stepped onto the porch. My flowers had grown taller, orange and yellow day lillies had come out, and welcomed us back with open arms.

My wonderful sister had slipped in and cleaned my house. The floors shined and she had polished our re-cycled  furniture. She’s the best sis ever. 

Bra came off first. Then a glass of cold beer seemed appropriate. A few friends called, texted me with updates. 

We ate left over pizza from lunch on the road. It was soggy. No good. 

We have been to the Festival of the Photograph in Charlottesville, Va. Left out on Sunday of last week and camped in the Grayson Highlands State Park, spotted with beautiful orange and pink blooms hanging from bushes not native to Alabama. A lot of campers with dogs in tow were out.

We met my old college friend Dave from New Orleans there and his dog Dupree. We hadn’t prepared for dinner but Dave cooked up a delicious Jambalaya on his VW camper stove. Mike built a fire.  We drank white wine and talked by the lantern till late. Next morning off the Virginia for the last leg of the journey.  

We are fortunate to have friends like Nick and Reba who welcome us into their home and provide a floor in their studio. We spread out our thermal rests and sleeping bag. The night was warm. There were many animal noises as they live in a remote area. Nick’s photographs of gorillas, elephants and giant redwoods surround and remind us of his place in time.

Reba’s paintings are very modern. She paints with primary colors, her latest projects are enlarged photographs of family like an Aunt caught in a country kitchen in Killen, Alabama  wearing her Sunday best or a young Uncle joe in WWll uniform.

Via a large Kinkos print she places them onto the canvas and paints a haunting yet beautiful portrait. Staring at the viewer they seem to say we are no more who we once were yet someone loves us. Morphed.  

I will continue tomorrow.

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