Summer 1988

Summer never seems to change…

Appalachian Air

The air is different in the country…

The Hums of August

Slow, droning, chatter. Mixes, stews, Bursts. Hot and full, the heat oppresses. The greenery, shriveled, wait for warm rain. The night brings other sounds; gentle, familiar. The sadness of summer passing; a lament in symphony.

Ohiopyle, PA

In between my Ireland posts, I wanted to sneak in a quick trip I made at the beginning of July to beautiful Ohiopyle, in the Laurel Mountains of Pennsylvania. This is one of my most favorite spots to visit, and I’ve been going there ever since I was a kid. We would camp, ride bike […]