For the past several months, Orestes appears to have been in seclusion, a winter’s hibernation in the bosom of retirement in South Carolina. It’s here that Mackenzie has conquered kindergarten and now knows all letters, many spellings of many words, and how to create Rapunzel’s blond tresses with construction paper and blunt-nosed scissors. Younger sister Cameron has progressed from understanding every syllable said to her to making herself plain in words, phrases, clauses, ever more complex sentences, and, at long last, Ciceronian paragraphs conveyed with earnest gravitas. Her icons are all Super Guys (the “S” gathering steam and power like a jet on the runway), and she herself has progressed from a fast-driving Batman to a most gymnastically adept Spiderman (whose “S” hisses out the same sibilant acceleration as “Super Guys”).
Brief forays via airports there have been: a visit to Dallas and San Antonio for a jazz educators’ conference and the surprising Dallas Museum; a dash to Philadelphia for a reunion of us retired deans; a weekend in New Haven with volunteers headed to India later in the summer. But mostly, day trips along the South Carolina shores through swamps and country villages. If nothing else, the few photographs below tell of some diversity.
Or perhaps it’s just a warm-up exercise, some stretching of the muscles before Wednesday’s departure for the Silk Road in Uzbekistan and then three weeks traversing Turkey, this time east to west, stopping at unknown towns like Van and Nevsehir, returning to Goreme where, this time, I hope to screw on enough courage to take the balloon flight over that fantastical landscape.
Orestes will tag along, send messages of his discoveries, and be pleased if you’ll accompany him along the way.
(If you double click a photo, it will become ever so large, and you can enlarge areas as well. The alligators benefit from this treatment.)