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Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Foul weather.
It has 10 days to clear up before I travel.
Please.
Oh, please.

Acrylic on watercolour paper



Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown

Thursday, January 05, 2012

Travel

 I realized yesterday that in three weeks I will be leaving for Los Angeles.The trip that was a long time away is now around the corner.  It's going to be fabulous.
One of my oldest friends Joy (we go back decades, to San Diego) will be meeting me for a weekend of reunion and gaddabouting around. Then another of my oldest friends from Toronto, Julie, will be taking me to her place in Santa Barbara for a few days, during which I'll be dropping in on my friends and colleagues at Stampington & Company. Three reunions in all!

This year is my year of travel.
In very early May, I will be in Oklahoma City for a teaching weekend at The Paper Crown. My Oklahoma peeps (as I think of them) graced one of my classes at Silver Bella and were among the kindest and most talented people I've met. I so looking forward to seeing them again and renewing friendships. The bonus will be a few days with my sister who lives one hour's flight away across the border in Texas.

The third trip, still in planning stages will be to Ireland; I try to visit the clan every few years, and it's been too long.

John and Dinah Copeland, gone but not forgotten.



Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Days of travel

Once upon a time I was a travel writer. I was tailor-made for it because I'd been travelling all my life and knew a thing or two. One country I never dreamed I would ever visit was Russia. But then walls came tumbling down and doors opened and invitations were issued. It was a strange and amazing visit, a visit to another world, some of it, unbelievably familiar, as in déjà vu. From Moscow, we took the overnight train to St. Petersburg, and it was like entering a story by Chekhov....


The first time I saw St. Basil's church in Moscow's Red Square, I was stunned. I actually first saw it as we drove through Moscow and I looked to my left and spied the domes inbetween two buildings.



Detail on one side of St. Basil's church.