I’m going to America – San Francisco (theme tune playing repeatedly in my head).
I’ve never been there but I’ve seen it many times. I’ve soared over the high-rise canyons of New York in movies. I’ve tended stock on the prairies with Celia. I’ve wandered the roadsides, learning about native flowers with Steven and seen America from many different perspectives through the lenses of Rona Black and other talented photographers. One of my favourite views is the one Javier Acosta shared with me on Photobotos looking over the bridge. And Frank keeps me abreast of both ends of the lunacy spectrum with the latest in American politics and the American cartoon characters I missed as a rural child in Australia.
In travel, we find the unlived parts of ourselves through ‘the other’. We do that intimately when we read and view the work of individuals but immersing in a culture calls us to witness the meshed minds of many, past and present.
For me, travel is nothing without the landscape to anchor and inform. What is the earth doing here? How has it caused animals, plants and people to live upon it?
Travel provides us with other landscapes to call upon in our memories, musings and imaginings. It causes us to consider ourselves and the earth more fully and to understand the possibilities of ourselves through others.
Travel is manna for the mind and spirit.
I wonder what America will bring?