Last night I dreamed that I was inside my blog, looking out. I was in the ocean, or on the ocean, or I was the ocean, as I usually am when I dream. I was flowing along, minding my own business, when I felt that someone was looking at me. I looked up to see a gray frame around me, and felt white words running under my feet.
It was on a walk this afternoon when I realized that it was in my blog that I dreamed I was. Nature has a way of making things clear like that. It made sense to me because I love the world that I live inside my blog, and it has bothered me every day for months that I haven't been able to tell you about the rest of this trip.
Has life really been so busy that I couldn't spare a moment to share a photo, or a story or two? Yes, it has really been that busy. I'm in my second (AND FINAL) internship. With 10-12 hour work days, sharing this summer's journey has been impossible, and it haunts me because there's so much to tell. I worry that I will forget the stories or that their meaning will fade. Everything has been happening so fast, there's no time to process. It will be two months, until this internship ends, before I will have time to organize the photos, and tell the rest of this story. But I will.
I think that's what the dream was about. Telling me to tell you.
My trip was incredible, incredible. It was my window and I took it and it was worth it. Here is a sneak preview. A bodhisattva in a window in Manhattan, cupcakes at the Magnolia bakery in Grand Central Station, a mermaid in a window on South Street in Philadelphia, a sunset in Vermont, a sculpture created by Beatrice Wood, overlooking the Ojai mountains of California, taken from her porch.
I fell in love with taking photos of reflections in windows along the way. I'm enchanted by the way they capture different worlds that exist at once.
