coming down the mountain

While I can press pause on the weights on my mind for a few days by way of mojito consumption, cooking delightful meals for the family in a (well-appointed mind you!) double wide out in the middle of mountainous nowhere, feeding posses of dumb but cute white-tailed deer cantaloupe, and soaking in the jacuzzi... I can just as easily pick up right where I left off in a neck-deep hole of worries that I can't really see the end of just yet. So I have a cloud over me and it makes me not want to write just now. So I won't. In the meantime, enjoy some photographs from the weird getaway.

From the Eckley coal pit... where the black sand beaches of Vík, Iceland meet the birch forests of Sweden.


fire and ash © Laura Kicey


greens and white © Laura Kicey


coal and sky © Laura Kicey


dress this earth © Laura Kicey


hill and dale © Laura Kicey


divining © Laura Kicey


sweden meet vík © Laura Kicey


In the neighborhood of where I laid my head for a few nights...


launch © Laura Kicey


my deers © Laura Kicey


the coop © Laura Kicey

Out toward Bloomsburg, a hoarders paradise, some nice palimpsest, and an abandoned miniature golf course moments before the lightning touched down and drove us away cowering....


first in flight © Laura Kicey


slot machines / condoms © Laura Kicey


shut eyes © Laura Kicey


holding a candle to it © Laura Kicey


argyle © Laura Kicey


amenities hall © Laura Kicey


home on the range © Laura Kicey


rhododendron road © Laura Kicey