It has been well over a year since I started this trip, I’ve made some friends, found out new ways to see the world and enjoyed reading so many diverse pieces of writing it boggles the mind. I had a thin idea of travel and poetry when I started. That is still I think the basic idea I have when writing on here, but it has become a store of pictures as well. Life has got in the way a few times, as has the travelling, though I never set out to be consistent in posting on here – once a week as a minimum, and not more than three. You can get lost in here if you are not careful.
So here I am, still writing. Still travelling, still looking. I’ve left my original notes below, they still count. This is just and added bit to keep the world turning on its axis.
Travelling, Transitions, moving between here and there. This is where we are, when we are not here or there. It is the in between and the others who inhabit this space, the others we see only as a snapshot as they pass through our journey while on their own travels. Who are they and who are we?