Neptune

El Salvador

February 05, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

John; Fort Lauderdale and JellyfishJohn; Fort Lauderdale and Jellyfish, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette

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 RideJohn; Bus Ride, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette

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 ImposibleTraverse; El Imposible, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette

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 SantiagoJohn; Barra de Santiago, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette

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: Hectic and Epic

January 18, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

Nicaragua 1Nicaragua 1, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

Nicaragua 1, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 2Nicaragua 2, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

Nicaragua 2, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 3Nicaragua 3, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

Nicaragua 3, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 4 Nicaragua 4, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 5 Nicaragua 5, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 6 Nicaragua 6, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 7 Nicaragua 7, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 8 Nicaragua 8, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 9 Nicaragua 9, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Nicaragua 10 Nicaragua 10, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

 


Oh Sister of Mine

May 05, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

Strong, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette Strong, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Fragile, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette Fragile, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

 

Beautiful, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette Beautiful, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette


Backyard Days

January 12, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

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 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

Needless to say by late summer, my overgrown garden was truly a jungle. I didn’t do much weeding this first summer because so many of the plants were new to me. If it started growing I gave it a chance and left it alone. Most of the plants growing I had no clue what their proper names were. Like most explorers, I called them by what the plant resembled. The Firework Weed grew in abundance. I'm sure it is a weed but it became one of my favorite plants in the jungle.
 
Firework Weed, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

Summer came and went, so did the jungle. Winter has a way clearing the canvas to my little piece of paradise. Of all the seasons’ winter is by far my favorite. Because of winter and its bone chilling cold, it makes warmer times that much more special. I love the crocus for the triumph it represents to winter’s end as a sign to spring’s arrival and the warmer days to follow. With this sign I know the jungle will soon return.
 
Crocus, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette

A Thing Called Love

September 24, 2013  •  Leave a Comment
District of Columbia; Part One, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette District of Columbia; Part One, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
 
I want to show a moment in time when I was in love. A time when nothing mattered except to be with this individual. It has been over three years since that summer. I can’t forget this time, nor am I suppose to.
 
District of Columbia; Fireworks, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette District of Columbia; Fireworks, 2010 © 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 1; Window, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette New York City; Window, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

You were always away during the summer and I had to go looking for you. You were pursuing those dreams of yours. I just didn’t know it yet, but I was not in those dreams.
 
New York City; Fountain, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette New York City; Fountain, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

Shadows of a memory are all that remain. You slipped away. We drifted away.

Ponkapoag Shadows, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette Ponkapoag Shadows, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

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