As I recently did regarding my experience with the Taj Mahal, let me enlist a second voice in case mine isn't sufficiently compelling. We're different genders, very different ages, and from totally different times, but Willard Price had the same wandering soul as the global nomads of today. If we're all on the same page over 70 years later, we must be on to something!
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Travel Tips for the Ages
Saturday, August 20, 2016
The CZ Book Club: 2015 Part II
I have this thing where I can't get rid of a book without (re)reading it, and I'm downsizing my life, which mostly means going through the piles of books that are stacked all over my house. Funny that just a few years ago, I was collecting any book I could get my hands on while I cherished the dream of one day having a fantastic library room with wooden shelves requiring sliding ladders for access to the top. Then I moved a few times. And wouldn't you know, books weigh a LOT. I am pretty sure the total number of book boxes I had to unpack was equal to the total number of boxes for everything else I own. Not conducive to the minimalist goal of living out of a vehicle!!
Per my own standard, it's going to take a while to get through my piles so I can send them off to new homes. But there's progress.
Per my own standard, it's going to take a while to get through my piles so I can send them off to new homes. But there's progress.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
The Taj Redux
It has not quite been a year since I published a post! Whew! I'm less than a month shy though, so clearly an epic fail. The teaser is that I have over 40 stories that I want to finish and share, so it's not for a lack of adventures and fun and travel-inspiration that I've been a ghost!
First: this blog is not dead. I don't know for certain what I want to do with it. I want to change it, make it more of a story-telling forum than a how-to forum, and I want to do a whole lot more with photographs. But I also have a full-time job that I have not decided to abandon, so I haven't been able to dedicate the time and energy that I want into developing this into my vision. Yet? There are a lot of things pulling me in a lot of directions these days, and it is not a pleasant experience. Something will give way eventually. I'll be glad if it's not my sanity.
I was recently lost in the bowels of the Widener Library trying to locate books that I wanted to check out for thesis research. Along the way I found this gem; and how could I possible leave it behind?? The title says it all-- I Cannot Rest from Travel.
The title comes from a line in a Tennyson poem. The author of the book, Willard Price, was a journalist/photographer/jack-of-all-trades and he published this book in the early 1950s. It's definitely a book of those times, and there are some cringe-worthy generalities that are an excellent reminder of how far we've come in the last half century. Anyway, the point is that this man enjoyed some insane adventures. Sometimes, I wish the world was still wilder, unknown, and mysterious as it was when he was gallivanting around before the ubiquitous digital connection afforded by the Internet and social media.
Anyway, one chapter really struck me, and I wanted to share. It's unfortunate that I haven't written the many things I have planned and as a result, one of my last published posts was about the Taj Mahal ... because the time lapse between that post and this one is extensive, and that's part of what's so neat about this unexpected discovery!
First: this blog is not dead. I don't know for certain what I want to do with it. I want to change it, make it more of a story-telling forum than a how-to forum, and I want to do a whole lot more with photographs. But I also have a full-time job that I have not decided to abandon, so I haven't been able to dedicate the time and energy that I want into developing this into my vision. Yet? There are a lot of things pulling me in a lot of directions these days, and it is not a pleasant experience. Something will give way eventually. I'll be glad if it's not my sanity.
I was recently lost in the bowels of the Widener Library trying to locate books that I wanted to check out for thesis research. Along the way I found this gem; and how could I possible leave it behind?? The title says it all-- I Cannot Rest from Travel.
The title comes from a line in a Tennyson poem. The author of the book, Willard Price, was a journalist/photographer/jack-of-all-trades and he published this book in the early 1950s. It's definitely a book of those times, and there are some cringe-worthy generalities that are an excellent reminder of how far we've come in the last half century. Anyway, the point is that this man enjoyed some insane adventures. Sometimes, I wish the world was still wilder, unknown, and mysterious as it was when he was gallivanting around before the ubiquitous digital connection afforded by the Internet and social media.
Anyway, one chapter really struck me, and I wanted to share. It's unfortunate that I haven't written the many things I have planned and as a result, one of my last published posts was about the Taj Mahal ... because the time lapse between that post and this one is extensive, and that's part of what's so neat about this unexpected discovery!
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