Once I was in the Enterprise I had a wicked case of the travelling bones, didn’t stop to photograph anything, everything was new and confusing. There was a pervasive sense of running as well, a mild desperation that the funk I’ve been caught in for a few years might be left behind if I drive until I’m numb. Installing myself in Shediac NB gave me a chance to throw off the road and let my brain settle down, let the emotional cacophony find some structure on it’s own, it just can’t be forced. Perhaps this image is a metaphor for the task I forsee, this process of shedding darkness to find some light in the future. Am I the segull standing before a vessel full of my past, the entrance protected by a cover I don’t trust? And what of the storm, and the image degredation, what can this vision see anyway?

When I finally tired of driving like a madman, I settled in Shediac NB for a couple of days. So glad I did, I stayed in a campground only a ten minute walk away from the beach. Good food around town, Lobster Clubhouse and Lobster Poutine

Fresh cut fries, Quebec Curds, lobster and hollandaise sauce…..very yummy!

They wouldn’t let me leave them at home. Mr. Prickles and Lucy have been inseperable for over 15 years, really should be a YouTube video about this odd pig and porkie relationship.

First post from the road. The Enterprise has been working flawlessly. For those that don’t know, the Enterprise is a 1985 Citation Supreme RV, 25′ of glory on the road! Dusty Rose interior, slick beige aluminum siding, Sirius Satellite radio, hot water, microwave, 3 piece bathroom, fridge, stove and the kitchen sink! As an artist I felt it was important to suffer in style. RV campgrounds are slightly surreal places, most of the RVs are bright white now, and the occupants appear to have descended in these chariots from on high, or perhaps are preparing to go! I’m having troubles identifying myself in this demographic. Age plays tricks on us, our brains refuse the advancement of time while our bodies practice entropy until they get it right.

iPhone photograph.

• So, here is #2, a test from the iPhone.

So here we are. I’m 52 and finally embarking on the life I’ve always wanted. What a route this photography thing has carved out of life, leading down paths that aren’t exactly in the garden….. but I suppose that’s a matter of perspective. I’m a slow walker, a stroller really, had I known it would take this long, I would have taken the car. Without trying to bore the life out of people, I’m going to try to bring the past and present together, connecting the images with the brain.