My cross-country haul reminded me that this is truly a diverse country - not only in geographical landscape, but in its political, ethnic, and philosophical landscapes. A young country still searching for answers, questioning what we've done and where we're going, forging new paths while learning from past footsteps taken, and trying to keep our arms and hearts and minds open when the instinctual response is to shut down in fear... still we believe, pursue, live and love... and spark up a mean barbeque!
America the Beautiful, indeed.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Little Red Driving Hood
Made it across the country despite a broken rib, massive oil leak, 117 temperatures, and a car packed so full that the trunk sagged below the top rim of the tire...
...over 2000 miles later, I land in the most gentle place on earth: Grandma's house
The girls sitting down for the first of many afternoon teas:
...over 2000 miles later, I land in the most gentle place on earth: Grandma's house
The girls sitting down for the first of many afternoon teas:
Little Harpeth River, which runs behind her house:
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Say Goodbye to Hollywood... Say Goodbye my Baby...
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