Interrupted Peregrinations





What was intended as a second installment

in the spirit of the previous road trip

(American Peregrinations, 2004) actually

turned out quite differently. Although

greatly shortened and modified, this

traveling experience lent itself to a new

approach for me, where the selected

images were combined with short

legends, in a storytelling fashion.

Roadside grill, telephone-post and background

vegetation | Brushton, NY, October 1st, 2007

This is Amish country. This is just a few steps away from the place where I stopped to eat.

This is not long after being searched at the

border. This is not long before being searched

again, at a road block. This is day one. From

there, anything could have happened.

Lincoln car, newspaper boxes and church |

Columbus, Ohio, October 3rd, 2007

Roaming downtown before meeting with

Chas Ray Krider. The following day, day 4 of

what should have been a forty-plus days affair,

I had car problems in Kentucky. From there,

I resignedly headed back home. I left packing

about 40 rolls of film. I used less than half of

one. This is frame number 4 of a 36 exposure

roll of Agfa APX 100 film. This is the story

of that picture. Is it a sad one ?

Parking lot, trees and Adams County sky |

Serpent Mound parking lot, Adams County,

Ohio, October 4, 2007

It was a Thursday morning in rural Ohio.

The roads were deserted under the mild air

and clear skies of an autumn day. Of all the

places I intended to see upon leaving, this is

the only one I actually got to see. A few hours

later, stuck on the shoulder of westbound

Interstate 64, in Kentucky, something ended.

Lamp-post, trees and fog | Rest area, somewhere

along Interstate 68, Maryland, October 6, 2007

Aboard a 1994 mint green Ford Taurus which,

surprisingly, was still compliant about being on

the move, I decided that any road leading North

or East would be a good enough path to follow.

When your starting point is Lexington, Kentucky,

this, apparently, can lead you to Maryland.

Crab shell, rocks and sea | Acadia

National Park, Maine, October 9, 2007

Not exactly Texas; not exactly home either.

So I ended up in Maine. Sitting on these

rocks, reading, looking at the ocean.

Taking photographs. Writing. Writing every

day, in fact, to someone I greatly missed.

Wood siding, covered staircase and windows |

Bar Harbor, Maine, October 11, 2007

In this charming little town, I felt like a stranger

in more ways than one. The following day, it

would rain. I would leave, return home, bringing

with me a feeling of incompletion, a taste for

infinity, a couple of images and this tale to tell.



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