Oh Pen Pal I wish you had taken a zillion more photos of the merry-go-round. I am a total addict, especially to old ones and in my youth travelled far and wide to photograph them obsessively (well far and wide for me). All my images were lost in The Great Mold Attack more than a decade ago. :(
Thank you for describing that feeling of travelling alone so honestly. Travel does crack us open doesn’t it… I suppose it sheds light on the freshly exposed parts of ourselves & let’s out the bits that are no longer needed & thats everything you just expressed in your writing. All those moments … from having a weep at the fairground to laughing with a waitress & everything in between … I always feel like I could be right there with you, thank you for sharing your travels 🙌
Oh Pen Pal I wish you had taken a zillion more photos of the merry-go-round. I am a total addict, especially to old ones and in my youth travelled far and wide to photograph them obsessively (well far and wide for me). All my images were lost in The Great Mold Attack more than a decade ago. :(
Happy holidays Natalie.
Lovely to hear your voice and imagine your wanderings. Yes let there be joy.
This made me happy and sad and pulled me into your world. I love it...thanks Nat.❤️❤️
<3 <3 <3!!!
Thank you for describing that feeling of travelling alone so honestly. Travel does crack us open doesn’t it… I suppose it sheds light on the freshly exposed parts of ourselves & let’s out the bits that are no longer needed & thats everything you just expressed in your writing. All those moments … from having a weep at the fairground to laughing with a waitress & everything in between … I always feel like I could be right there with you, thank you for sharing your travels 🙌