When in Rome…


The mist hangs in the air, enveloping everything. Trees and fenceposts grow a nice layer of lichen and moss. Old concrete shows its age in the bricks of the churches. Ancient tombstones lean towards the earth as if ashes to ashes, dust to dust also applies to them. Driving the narrow roads, sliding through small towns and communities, through burroughs and townships, slowly invades your soul. Life here is hundreds of years old as many of the headstones tell me.


Training has brought me to the rural part of Pennsylvania, just south of Pittsburgh. My hotel is about an hour outside of the facility and as such lends me time to drive and think. To view the fall colors in the hardwood forests. To grab lunch in the small hamlets around the area. Look up Carmichaels PA in your Google Earth. Its a nice place.


Next up is Fort Worth TX for a week. More training there. I’ve been to Ft Worth a few times in the past. Another lifetime ago, another profession, another memory. I traveled then in the heat of the oppressive summers, not in the fall. Will the colors be as vivid? Will there be a chill in the air as there is here? I hope my schedule will lend me time to contemplate and explore. I want to post from there as I am from here. We will see…..



Author: espyworks

I will be working on a theme for this as I go along. But there is a strong possibility that this will have no direct stream, and just ramble aimlessly. And thats fun too!