Night Trees, 2015, Archival Digital Print

There’s little to say about moving other than the hellish disruption that it is. Travel is different. There is only a suitcase, maybe a laptop and a few essentials, and the rest of your life stays safe and in place at home during your jaunt. In a move, everything goes. Since I did this ten months ago, I should be better at it, but I’m not. Instead I count the lost studio hours in the pack/unpack/put away of it.  I wore the same pair of platform sandals for three weeks. Last night I found my shoes. I would need to move many times before I remembered everything. Today the internet was set up and it is so slow in comparison to my quick silver Shenandoah Connection it feels like dialup.  I expect to hear a modem screaming and buzzing. Connectivity in the upper Hudson Valley I’m told is some of the worst in the nation. It isn’t in the carriers’ profit plan to bother. But the land here is beautiful, my house accommodates my needs for the year and I can get to campus in Brooklyn.  It’s good to be home again.

Flowers in a Squirrel Jar, 2015, Archival Digital Print

There is a tinge of cold in the air some nights now and just the smallest hint that the summer will soon be turning to fall. The light has changed in a few small increments and the nesting/fledge period seems to have ended. These beauties from my weedy garden have a throaty darkness I like.  Their color defies the camera.  Some things must remain elusive even in the technological world.  The squirrel on my jar looks out at the Gang-of-Four causing feeder mayhem and always in motion.  They are almost grown now.

I am sorting through things and throwing and donating as much as I can.  My move back north is scheduled for mid-August.  I have found a house up the Hudson that will accommodate my needs for the time being and will be back at Pratt in time for the Fall Semester.  It will be hard to leave this land and these critters I have come to love.