I’m failing with titles. Also, I just saw in New York magazine that it’s the start of cancer season, which, normally I’m not an astrology person but it seemed important enough to be an article in a regular magazine, so I read it. What I found out was that it was probably a slow news day and apparently this is the time of lots of emotion and tears and feelings and sticking to your loved ones. As usual, the part that resonated with me was the feelings and tears part. I’m doing a lot of crying these days. I love the traveling and I love being in the world but it can be lonely and I am feeling existentially lonely lately. And James (from an earlier post) found a new phone, I guess that’s what the problem was- no phone, old phone- and has been calling from Florida because he says ‘i love to talk on the phone lol’ and this isn’t really helping with my feelings of isolation because, James, you don’t really know me. And if I started talking to you about all the fears and anxiety and panic I have in my heart and mind, you’d probably not be trying to call anymore. lol. Oh, and, my camera is truly dead. So I bought a new used one and I’ll be going to Vermont next week to get it. In the mean time more photos that I’m finally getting around to posting.
This is Patti Chickens, the woman whose chickens I watched in Tampa. She was part of the group that got their photos taken that morning at the Marathon gas station. I watched her house and chickens while she was away for a week and she was super generous to let me stay a couple of extra days after she got back- this seems to be a theme with most of my house sits. I knew it was time for me to go when she announced that she fed my food to the hens.
That same day, after the Marathon gas station, I drove a few miles down the road to Ybor City and set up next to a cigar shop for some photos. This gentleman, who is from Belize and works a the cigar shop- who, honestly looked like the king of the cigar shop.
This couple was heading down the street to host their weekly TV show.
This gentleman was cleaning the windows in the cigar shop. He was a science teacher in Cuba. He’s lived here for a number of years and is trying to bring his children to the States.