This week, I decided to change the name and feel of my blog.
I started it as “Smokey Drives a Cadillac” two years ago while I was working with the US Forest Service.
Working on the Hiawatha National Forest
I wore the Smokey Bear mascot uniform that summer, and I drove my mom’s 1995 Fleetwood Brougham Cadillac. The two had an element of nostalgia and felt like a great name for a place to experience chapters in life.
As my undergrad career came to a close and I burrowed in academic research, the unique way that experiences translate in my mind began to make much more sense: I have a thing for nostalgia.
Everything I see and participate in somehow transforms into a massive chain of memories, thoughts, and sensory experiences that trace to various other experiences in my life, or imagined experiences that I would like to have.
When I travel, I obsess with the heart of place and people, spending my time unstructured, wandering, meeting, talking, discovering, observing, and feeling the pulse of the old soul buried under a modernized image.
I’ve grown obsessed with nostalgia, and hope to get you hooked, too.
Finally, I have my first publication, and on my favorite topic! It’s entitled “Nostalgia: A (post)modern journey through Europe.” EntreMares Magazine was absolutely wonderful to work with, and they have a great purpose and vision for their publications. All of their material is fantastic.
I invite you to read my essay and browse through the gallery of select photos of my travels to get a taste of how nostalgia drives my travel experiences. I welcome your comments.
A sandy beach on Lake Superior.
A buoy dinging in adagio rhythm.
A gentle breeze syncopating the waves.
Zero light pollution, the Milky Way splitting the sky, and a faint curtain of northern lights spotlighting above Grand Island and prancing over the dark northern horizon, Capella at their core.
I come here to slip away under the enormous planetarium above, dissolve into the sands of time.
There are no demands, no expectations,
just my breath in harmony with the spectacular scene majestically turning around me,
validating the importance of my presence in that very place
and the greatness which lay ahead.