Wild FlowerA wildflower beginning on my short morning walk. Humidity. (No photo) Loads of it … all around me … walking through warm moist air…. I felt like steamed broccoli must feel when I cook it. Exaggeration, I know, but when you’re not used to it … and you’re damp … all over … and it won’t wipe off … you remember 109 degrees and 5% humidity and sigh … a little sigh and then smile.

I always love crossing the Mississippi River … it may be a past life thing but I get this surge of joy and excitement. Jim was driving and I was snapping photos at 60 mph with the hot wind whipping in the car window. Most of the photos are of the bridge railing but one caught the river. Close your eyes and see if you can get the feel of the mighty Mississippi that cuts the country like a moving harp … I know that doesn’t make sense but I was connecting river to sound and I imagined a harp-river. Mississippi River

Thank you so much for reading my posts. Often when I travel, I feel lonely. This is my first blog and I’m feeling connected to all of you, my friends, in a way that I’ve never felt before when I travel.