the summer moon lights my way

from dixie to a lake in michigan


my taste of the georgian coast draws to a close. i love living on a beach, but this is not my beach: this is their beach. it’s like gummo meets a prequel to wall-e. isn’t it great that they have a beach…

an invitation to lake house in michigan arrives with perfect timing: a couple months before hurricane matthew hits and a couple days after hurricane-boss’ wife learns he’s diddling a ginger. my the drive to lake house is pleasant and introspective. i stop in ashville. i like it there.

the cottage has been in friend’s family for a hundred years. it gets the sunsets across the lake. the setting, the company, the turtles: all a delight. a reward for the taste of a place well done

listening to: jonathan wilson’s the way i feel (2011)

welcome to mercer house, mr. irwin

chatham county, georgia

spanish moss doesn’t play for the camera. try and try to take pictures of her but it’s no use, she’s to be felt. savannah too. the old town and its squares, the gospel coming from the churches on sundays, the cargo boats, the dress and the dialect, sometimes i can’t tell if it’s authentic or retro but it doesn’t matter, things are the way they are and that’s how the south would have everything if it could. after a month in the city i move to the beach. i wake up and meditate by the ocean then go to yoga before going to work at a little  restaurant in an old house, it’s not bad – ice cream everyday

the baywatch movie is filming on the beach.

listening to bombino’s tar hani (2011)

reflections on the road to peaches

south into dixie

listed five places from the map and moved to the first one that came back to me in conversation. proximity to the ocean’s the primary calling. is it really a move? on this drive, at this moment, i’m thinking: i’ll only stay long enough to taste
this year needs a bindle

the whole of golden hour’s spent watching the above house change colors. there’s nothing inside it. the tree in the photo above is as big and old as it looks.

listening to rhythm & sound’s mango drive (2001)

the main house: a palace

friends bought a farm
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the farm is and was a lot of things. 70 acres, two hours from brooklyn, neglected for decades. it’s rumored to have at one point been a roadhouse and a country retreat for city workers at another. it was a summer camp for zionist youth then a family’s discarded escape. the main house was built in the 1700’s, expanded in the 1800’s, and again in the 1950’s. some of the camp era bunk houses still stand with hearts and flowers and anti-‘nam graffiti on the walls. in its present state, it’s an evolving dream of what it will become. this is phase one

the suburbs are domesticating city life. lyme is the new mugging.

listening to bob dylan’s oh sister  (1976)