I've had a chance to travel quite a bit, and here are some photographs from my travels.  All travel begins at home, though!


Travel helps you see newly, with naiveté.  What you take for granted at home, you view with new eyes in distant lands.   For example, here in Ashland, Ohio, our supermarkets have hitching posts.  We hardly pay


attention to our Amish neighbors. Here is a little boy on his way home from school, covering his mouth for help with traffic exhaust.

Dawn on Helen Lake, Michigan (This is the dawn in the first poem of my book, Saunas (2008).  Swimmers at sunset on Helen Lake, Michigan




An elephant working and an elephant in the wild were two of the most memorable sights I've ever seen. This was in 1999, in southern India on a research trip with 3 colleagues.  I've been so lucky. My profession has allowed me to travel, speak, meet, and experience much in the worlds. I've gone to all the continents but Antarctica.

 

 

At the Step Pyramid in Cairo, Egypt

 Having a practice with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in Salt Lake


At the Taj Mahal in India,  

 and a hut in Skardu, Pakistan


at Egg Rock, Kawathiti, New Zealand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


And in Melbourne, Australia
A Double Rainbow in Ostrobothnia
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In 1987 and 1997, travel to Finland showed us where our grandparents were born and spent their youths.   The countryside settings in the flat Ostrobothnian farmland moved us quite a lot.   I wrote about this in my essay, "The Search for Anna Karna" in my book, A Location in the Upper Peninsula, and in my poem, "Savu Sauna," in Saunas (2008).  Many more photos of Finland illustrate that essay. 

In the Cotswolds, home.htmlUnited Kingdom & in Barnes & Noble


Colleagues and I went to India for a study trip in December, 1998. Here are some photos  
 The one on the left is us on a working elephant in the elephant village.   
The elephant in the wild is about to charge our jeep one morning.  
The photograph illustrates, also, how a large creature can blend into the forest, 
seen one moment, hidden the next.   Also  preschoolers at a country school, 
the daughter of a social activist near Pune.  
The fate of such young girls is precarious, 
as few finish more than 2nd grade.  See my essay,

Children of Cane