A few nights ago, the sky at sunset reminded me of one particular day on Inishmaan.
|Sunset over NYC|
|Storm passing by Inishmaan|
For us, it's New Jersey.
In other news, I went camping for the first time last weekend. Synge would be proud, I think. He had great respect for the nomad:
This old man I have spoken of wanders about Wicklow. As he sleeps by Lough Bray and the nightjar burrs and snipe drum over his head and the grouse crow, and heather whispers round him, he hears in their voices the chant of singers in dark changers of Japan and the clamour of tambourines and the flying limbs of dancers he knew in Algeria, and the rustle of golden fabrics of the east.
Granted, I was just a nomad for one night, but for me (an admittedly anxious person to begin with, afraid of bugs, the dark, and things that go bump in the night) it was a great accomplishment. And I had a great time and even got 8 hours of sleep!
As soon as I have the photos uploaded I'll share my camping experience, as well as hiking through a ghost town in the woods, just an hour outside NYC!
|Hiking at Bear Mountain|