Oh, hey there. Bet you weren't expecting to find anything here, were you? Sorry to intrude ( Read more... )

It's too beautiful a day to spend inside, but I feel so cut-adrift, alone here. Dawndance is only hours away, but it could be an eternity--one I want to spend swimming or walking in the woods, but everything seems so far without a bicycle ( Read more... )

Well, two and a half. It's July 3rd, my Independence Day ever since my release from incarceration five years ago ( Read more... )

A bit over a week ago I went into Goodwill with the last of my cash and looked at the old discarded planners they had in a dusty corner, and decided to spend my money on candle sconces instead. I like candles, I already had a blank book, and I can draw lines and write dates just as well myself. Even a Slingshot can't compare to DIY and free. The ( Read more... )

So, almost two weeks on the road, more than half of which has been spent stationary, and here's where it's at ( Read more... )

My love, you are a river fed by many streams ( Read more... )

So here's an interesting twist of fate: The entirety of Ithaca may now be reading my livejournal. I laugh to think what they may find here, who might judge or elevate me. Let's keep it simple for now, though. I may switch to postholer.com if I decide it's a better traveling site--it's designed for hiking, not biking, though, and honestly I ( Read more... )

...almost like the ten plagues, come into my life, but with parties ( Read more... )

Who is this person whose life you're following (albeit tenuously)?

I'm still trying to figure that out. ( Here are a few things I've noticed lately, though: )

...one who can find his way by moonlight, and see the dawn before the rest of the world. Last night the moon was so bright I didn't need a flashlight to find my tent, and I wandered around for a while in the silver-transformed woods enjoying the sensation of a last summer night, misty and warm as we move toward the Hunter's Moon on Friday. Who's ( Read more... )