The pictures are here..

I have been scanning, sorting, and smiling for the past twenty four hours non-stop. About 98% of my film photos turned out in-focus and properly lit, which is always the most nervewracking part of the wait.. I tell myself that one of the beauties of shooting film is that you take every shot extra seriously and commit it to memory “just in case”, but the truth is that quite a few of these pictures surprised and delighted me with sights and subtleties that I never would’ve remembered without a quick memory jog.

I’ve added a “Photos” tab to the header right above this post and am working on populating that gallery with the best shots from the trip, in no particular order. I’ve attempted to insert a couple of especially appropriate pictures into the posts that they best correspond to, for what that’s worth. I realize that this page lacked pictures the entire time I was on the road, but hopefully they were worth the wait. I’ve enjoyed browsing back through my posts and recalling the raw emotions and candid admissions that I was typing out for strangers and close friends alike. So much more on that later, as per usual..

Still can’t come to terms with not being on the bike anymore, with not doing all of my originally-advertised route, and with more “civilized” life. I’m getting closer every day, which is actually the scariest part. Thankfully I’ll be back on the road (sort of) in a matter of days, if not biking, utilizing all means of transportation except for my own car and once again depending on the goodness of couchsurfing hosts for accomodations every night. I absolutely cannot wait.

I may try writing short posts based around certain photos that pique particularly powerful memories and see how that goes over. May just continue to stick them all over the place in a really disorganized manner.

The closest thing I’ve come to the serenity of touring since hopping off the bike has not been training on my road bike, but rather working various projects from the seat of a ’61 Massey-Ferguson Dieselmatic 65 tractor. I could write a novel about that wonderful machine, but I’ll probably turn it into some overly-stylized blog post instead.

Much love and vague optimism,

J

 

1 Comment

  1. LOVE THE SHOT OF THE BACK OF BELLA AND THE DARLING LITTLE BOY PLAYING THE DRUMS BUT I CAN’T SEEM TO GET THE RIGHT PLACE TO SEE THE REST OF THE PHOTOS. HELP PLEASE.

    LOVE YOU JOHN..WAS CLEANING UP SOME OLD PHOTOS HERE T ODAY AND MADE ENVELOPES FOR ALL YOUSE GUYS…LOVED SEEING YOU WITH THE BLACK RABBIT AND SITTING AT MY FRONT DOOR AND IN THE WAGON…………….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, MEMORIES. XOXOXOXO

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