landing…

spectacularly…

peak-ing through the clouds

mountains are grounding. profoundly so.
rooted in being…
even as they float shyly in weightless illusion.
between there and here…
as a child we drove out to the rockies… twice.
i still have deep visions of those trips… merged between the two journeys…
the visiting bears on the roads through northern ontario
exploring every mine that we could
the endless peter rabbit games in the backseat of the car
sitting between my two grandmothers.
the incredible storm in the prairies approaching… approaching…
no where to go… but into it
the incredible fossilized rock we found in a prairie field
the desert subtleness and bleakness
and my dad rescuing the school children and nuns from a flash flood in drumheller.
the desperate visit to the banff hot springs with my dad
the mountain forest… the elk… the nervy moose hanging out by the motel
and… the ocean…
as an adult i have now driven to the west coast… twice.
the first time in winter… and this time in the heat of summer…
both times alone.
i remember the journeys… the stories… the inbetween… more than the actual arrival.
but the arrival… is… just the new catalyst for the present journey… i’ve only touched down ever so briefly… with a long deep sleep… before engaging in the preparation for and participation in the world harp congress. caught in this moment between wanting to relish and exhale just a bit longer from my six day drive, and needing to get my fingers to strings and my mind focused on the music…
i am adjusting to having arrived…
at the far end of my journey’s bridge…
immersing myself now
in beauty… friendships… and music.
CODA: the frog is pretty delighted too… was getting a bit car sick through the mountains… much happier in the west coast wet-land.
and… a wee bit of advise should you make a similar trek across the country in summertime… do not… under any circumstance… look at the front grill of your car… take the long way around the back of your car when you stop for gas or lunch or a photographic moment… strategically avoid the front end… and when you do finally arrive at your destination… drive directly to a car wash… even consider two showers for her… and if, for whatever reason, you do, like i did, glance upon that front grill… know in your heart, that you are not a bad person.

releasing… exhaling slowly…

across the border… through the portal and into the land of wheat…   and water?

i discover my car is an ark…

i have a recurring nightmare… i am driving… through bleak open landscape… i begin to drive onto a long thin strip of land flanked by a sea of water… as i drive across it, the road disappears… swallowed up by the sea… i continue forward feeling the water disrupting… confusing… devouring… my path… i hold onto the vision ahead of me… desperately feeling for the road beneath my feet… hoping the weight of my car and my convictions will anchor me… to find that the road was always there…

yes… that is the highway’s center strip…
and the land resurfacing ahead…
the transport truck ahead of me made it…
(with quite fantastic splashage, i might add)

and are those trees supposed to be growing
out of that body of water…
i think… not.

the sunsets are stunning…
when all there is is sky…

i have been driving across the prairies for two days now…
i keep telling myself, don’t blink you might miss something…
but i changed my mind…
go ahead… blink…
heck… blink again…
it will still be there.
such patience in the expansiveness
and calming quilted fields.

 
endlessness…
sky… and more sky… weighing heavy upon the earth…
reflected
in pools and ponds and lakes of water
that should not be.
fields… and more fields…
green brown yellow… repeat… green brown yellow…
a herd of one-way-facing cows… green brown yellow… repeat…
in the inbetween…

and then…

Postlude: the border crossing town is truly called… portal… and north portal… seriously fantastic / and yes, i really did have to drive across this water covered road… gives new meaning to my piece somewhere on the ocean floor… / my idea of the inbetween is partially about being in the moment… being present… like music… like the duration of a note… like driving through the prairies, it could be so easy to space out and not notice… photographing is a conscious way for me to keep noticing… to keep looking… to stay in the now of what is.

(sunday 17th jamestown, nd to jaw of the moose, ab – monday 18th jaw of the moose, ab to golden, bc)

faaaaaargo…

between here and there
in the middle of nowhere.

i feel like i’m in the middle of nowhere…
it looks like i’m in the middle of nowhere…
and yet… for miles and hours of miles there wasn’t a hotel vacancy to be found.

well… except for the ‘starlight motel’ across from the trucker’s stop one exit back.

‘camping’ in my car in the parking lot of the holiday inn was the best choice.

(Saturday 16th)

floating visions…

from above…
the rumbling chicago L tracks…
i look between the shadows… between the rails…
into the ‘negative’ space… 
making the space the object. and the inbetween, meaningful.


(Chicago L tracks)

i watched people falling from the sky today… effortlessly…
floating through the inbetween…

down to earth…
it was mesmerising…
then chicago gridlock brought me… back to earth…
(a Chicago bridge)
(saturday 16th)

immersed in twinkling lights


“what do you do for a living?”… is there any musician, when crossing the us border, who doesn’t gulp even a little while replying, “i’m, a musician”… ?

“will you be performing while you are here?”… gulp again… as he flips through my work-permit-littered passport.

no matter how many hours i listen to the calming ‘spa radio’ before THE CROSSING… no matter how many times i cross the border not working… not performing… just vacationing or passing through as i was doing today… my “no, i will not be performing in the US” feels like a lie… didn’t help my case today having two harps in the back of my car… of course he noticed…

he then tried a final tactic… “whose car are you driving”… mildly less alarming than the final question of my last crossing two months ago… “have you ever been arrested”…

but… i digress…

did you know that michigan’s ditches twinkle at night?! on the heals of a stunning sunset, i was enveloped for about an hour of my journey in a display of thousands of sparkling lights… fireflies!!! it was spectacular… i actually gasped out loud in delight… in delight!

… well… until i heard the splat and my windshield luminesced…

(friday 15th)

inhale

breath in…
    
    in this moment… i breathe in
    the lasting vision of the petals and leaves of the garden… home…
    in this breath… the duration of my journey…
    the essence of what will be.
   
approaching the string… is the sound already known…
Today. Today! i begin my scenic.. and monumental journey to Vancouver. i can feel the slow exhale begin… containing weeks of anticipation and preparation… letting go… allowing the inspiration of the road to carry me across the country… alone with my thoughts… satellite talk radio… the melodic landscape… … and the frog who lives on the passenger floor of my car.
my eyes… and my camera lens…
are ready for the five-ish day feast to the ocean…
(thursday 14th)