John; Fort Lauderdale and Jellyfish, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette
Our journey started with an unexpected layover in Fort Lauderdale. August heat and jellyfish make for a horrible combination. No one was in the water except for a few kids and we could see jellyfish clearly in the surf. I asked the lifeguards if it was safe to swim and their response was "yes". I asked about the jellyfish and they replied "it's like a bee sting". Anyone who has ever been stung by a bee knows it's not a pleasurable experience. Now imagine swimming in water filled with jellyfish that sting like bees, which would be a terrible idea. John made it to waist deep in the surf before running back to shore in a world of pain.
John; Bus Ride, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette
Our Spanish was pathetic at best, and what better way to start our adventure then to take a bus from San Salvador to Barra de Santiago. People were extremely friendly, even with the details of "that is where they kill people". An elderly man points to the location out the window.
Traverse; El Imposible, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette
Memories of the jungle consist of ice cold rivers, oppressive humidity, and eating pupusas in the back of a pickup truck speeding down the highway. The jungle is a beautiful place.
John; Barra de Santiago, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette
I would surf and John would read. When I came back to shore he would say "You were really far out, there had to be sharks where you were at", and then catch me up on his discoveries of Patti Smith. One night phosphorescence washed up on the beach. As we ran, our footprints in the sand would flash green for an instant. I felt like a child in a picture book where anything was possible.
Nicaragua 1, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 2, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 3, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 4, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 5, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 6, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 7, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 8, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 9, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Nicaragua 10, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Strong, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Fragile, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Beautiful, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
When I moved to Cambridge one of my favorite features of the apartment was the little back yard. As a child my father always kept a garden and to this day, every summer his garden is an oasis in my parent’s backyard. When I visit my father, he always takes me for a walk around his backyard upon my arrival. He shows me everything he has planted, telling me to taste this or smell this. I have many fond memories of my father and this is one of them.
Backyard Bike, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
With this new backyard it was now my turn to try my hand at gardening. My first summer I didn't have a whole lot of time to commit besides watering what was already growing. It was an interesting patch of land because tenets before me had planted a variety of flowering perennials. Throughout the summer each plant took its turn by becoming the center of attention in this backyard jungle.
Summer White Flower, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
A jungle is what I imagine my backyard to be every time I went out to water or till the soil. I never knew what I would find under the leaves of a plant or crawling in the soil. Coming home after work and spending time in the garden became a daily ritual for me. I quickly learned how relaxing it is to work with the earth and getting dirty as you watch your efforts grow.
Garden Worm, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette
Our past is not always something we want to remember yet it is a part of us regardless of what we want. Our memories make us who we are. Saying this doesn’t make it any easier for me to share these images.
New York City; Window, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
Shadows of a memory are all that remain. You slipped away. We drifted away.
Ponkapoag Shadows, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette