Off the Beaten Path
I’m a wanderer, I always have been. I’ll trudge along until I see something interesting and directly change course until I’m satisfied with knowing how something works, or taking a picture of it.
I’m also one of those annoying people that randomly puts on their flashers and pulls off the side of the road just to snag a picture of that barn in the field or some other interesting object. I love being by myself when I’m on the road, just for the simple fact that I can do this – without interruptions or complaints.
So it’s no surprise to me that all weekend long in Vermont I made such stops – here and there, snapping pictures to my heart’s content…
You see, it’s hard to really understand a place if you only get snippets of those important bits, the towns, the city, the water. You start to understand and see a place when you start viewing what is in between point A and point B, what makes up the middle ground. I could show photographs of the water and Burlington all day long and you would be none the wiser, but maybe now, when you are driving down the road and you see something interesting, you might stop (be careful) and snag a picture or take a couple of seconds to mentally remember what you are seeing.
Sometimes, it’s those in between parts that make up a greater picture of where you are, where you’ve been, and where you are going.
For that reason, I’ve chosen these to be the last of the Vermont art pictures, the last blog before I get to the reason I went to Vermont in the first place. Because these represent me – a traveler on her way to somewhere special, in between point A and point B – I truly hope you love them just as much.
Thank you to all the people I met, all the people who made my trip beautiful.