29jun19. Antwerp, Belgium 🇧🇪
28jan18 Orlando, Florida
Musings from the train…
One of my best ‘out of the train window’ series ever. The dark brooding sky fulfilled its promise of a rain and lightning storm later in the evening…and the spontaneous communions with smiling Romanians who spotted my camera, made this a lovely post to ponder:
I don’t have any idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. As my destination becomes blurrier and blurrier, my bags have to get lighter and lighter. So, I left my beloved Birkenstocks (Chicago 2015) at Kismet Dao Hostel in Brasov and caught a taxi to the train station. Bought a ticket for Sibiu and contemplated my directionless life by putting some heavy thoughts on postcards to friends and taking photographs of everything around me.
On the train I stared out the window and took more photos ~ my way of processing thoughts that I can’t put into words.
30aug17 Brasov to Sibiu, Romania
“Remember, remember always, that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.” ― Franklin D. Roosevelt
14jun15. Detroit, MI.
It was a rough week prior to this trip, a lot of things happening outside of my control and I was very much looking forward to this trip with my three companions. But, as the universe, which was apparently conspiring relentlessly against me would have it, due to a comedy of errors, my friends never made it to the train. So there I was already shaking my head at what life was doing to me up to that point, and now I’m on the train alone heading to a city in Western Ukraine, that try as I might, I just couldn’t pronounce the name correctly of. Train staff, knowing I couldn’t understand Russian, though try as they may, they never gave up trying to drill it into me with their questions of curiosity, asking me where my other 3 friends are, as I am sitting with 4 tickets. They let me hang out of the train door until the very last minute for departure, in the vain hopes that I would see one of my friends running to the platform. Never happened. And they just shook their heads and continued to speak Russian at me.
Once their curiosity subsided and they realized they had jobs to do on the journey, they left me alone at my berth to lie down and contemplate what the f**k was happening to me…
Not one to complain, I just accepted that what had happened to me that week and that night…was happening for a reason and I needed to pay attention. The universe must have gifted me with the solo journey for me to get my shit together and to accept that things happen out of my control and I should never take anything for granted.
I’m well on my way to learning that lesson.
29mar15. Kamianets-Podilskyi, Ukraine.