And so it begins. I’ve completed 528 miles today. Roughly 8.5hrs and 5 states. Needless to say, not too much excitement. This beginning leg really wasn’t anything special. It was cool to drive down 81 and watch the world go by, but without anyone riding shotgun or taking the task of driving, I couldn’t photograph anything. Also, with having a set stop and 9hrs to get there, I couldn’t really STOP anywhere (not that there was much open).
But tomorrow, tomorrow will be cool. It’s only 5hrs (+/-) to TN, and that’s a new state to view. PLUS I see my little sister. PLUS we may be going to the Minister’s House. Let me just say, I’m stupid excited about that.
Yeah, not feeling as profound as I thought I was going to, but perhaps tomorrow will change that. We’ll see.
I have to pack the last few boxes, back up all of my hard drives, get my oil changed, get addresses for all of my stops, do laundry, then shove ALL my shit into the car… I’ll post some photos as I go today, but I know it’s gonna be a LONG day. Wish me luck.
To my Dad tonight, four days before my official departure for Austin. I never expected a big sendoff or to see my dad get emotional, so when it didn’t happen, I wasn’t sad. But no “I’ll miss you”s or “I love you”s were said either. That kind of got to me.
You see, my Dad and I never really had the father/son connection that most do. My father is a tradesman, his father was a tradesman. He spent a semester in college and dropped out to work, has spent his entire career working with his hands, and doesn’t see the arts in the way my mother and I do. So when I was growing up, art and being artistic just wasn’t acceptable.
I got to high school and photography took a serious hold on me. I picked up the camera my dad handed down from his teenage years and I guess that was a big step for him (and for me) but there was always a downside to that. I took a series of images depicting my dad’s normal weekend routine of working on his Corvette. I took the time to frame each shot (as best I could as a freshman), I developed each roll and each print and took the time to frame them. Wrapped them all and gave them to him as a gift. TO THIS DAY, the photographs lay in a face-down pile in a cabinet. I don’t get “atta-boy” comments. I get slight-handed remarks and snarky comebacks that pass as compliments from him.
But I’m about to leave and travel 1800mi from you. Thanks for the “I’ll Miss You” and the “I Love You”.