This time, I skipped the Big Apple, stopped for two nights in L.A., where my camera, as you can see, obsessed over palm trees, then railed onto Luray, Virginia for a family visit.
Along South Sycamore in Hancock Park
Anybody still remember these these things? Even I don't use them anymore!
Hollywood streets are all around this big cement mixer; I lived only a few blocks from here on North Orange
New entrance to the L.A. County Museum of Art. With yet more disparate new buildings crowding the campus on Wilshire Boulevard, the place looks like an architectural traffic jam.
In the Broad modern art wing of LACMA
No, not an art installation.
Now we've reached the clean green of Shenandoah Valley, where I stayed with niece Lisa and her husband, Brian, at their house which they call "the cozy cabin." Principles in the images below include myself, sister Kathy and her husband Jeff, Lisa and Brian (Captain United) and their fun kid, Noah.
A huggy greeting from Noah (I call him Mister McFiddle) at the train station
Magic in the mundane: portrait of a cow out for a morning graze
Cool sunny morning walk
Streaming live 'In the Hood: Guess Who?
for an old fashioned hot dog and hamburger feast. Yuuuumy!
Pilot to troubadour: Cool down home tunes, not the Great American Songbook, from Brian's guitar. I asked for Seals and Crofts "Summer Breeze." Nice job, Cap!
Marshmallow madness: I laugh instantly at this photo, which shamefully I played a hand in provoking.
Kathy coaches the fire
We're back in Culpeper, waiting for my train to D.C.
Back on the tracks, riding Amtrak's Empire Builder, bound for Portland
I have always found the scenery around and through Montana to be so beautifully spare. The calming simplicity alone makes it, for me, more appealing than the landscape of New Mexico.
Train stop in Whitefish. I like this picture so much, let's end the trip here.
First posted May 5, 2013