Category Archives: Travel

Making Plans

I know where I will be July 4<sup class="ordinal">th</sup>. Do you?

I’ve just added two of my favorite shows to my 2016 sched­ule and I am get­ting itchy feet to get the trav­el sea­son under way.


Des Moines Arts Festival
Des Moines, Iowa
June 24–26, 2016


Cherry Creek Arts Festival
Denver, Colorado
July 2–4, 2016


I am con­tin­u­ing to hear from shows, so my year’s trav­el sched­ule is not ful­ly com­plet­ed. If you want to make sure that you’re invit­ed to any shows I am doing in your area, or know some­one that should receive an invi­ta­tion, be sure to get on my email list and you won’t miss a thing!


Hear a little song

One ought, every day at least, to hear a lit­tle song, read a good poem, see a fine pic­ture, and, if it were pos­si­ble, to speak a few rea­son­able words.”
― Johann Wolf­gang von Goethe, Wil­helm Meister’s: Appren­tice­ship and Trav­els

Guanajuato musician

Gua­na­ju­a­to Calle­jon

Kyle and I leave tomor­row for our beloved town of Gua­na­ju­a­to, Mex­i­co where we will get to expe­ri­ence, for our first time, the world renowned music and art fes­ti­val, Cer­van­ti­no. To say we are excit­ed would be a bit of an under­state­ment. More to come about this adven­ture I’m sure…


As I was lay­ing in a com­fy bed this morn­ing, I was struck with a fun real­iza­tion. Name­ly, that as my stu­dio prac­tice and career have evolved since I began trav­el­ing to art fes­ti­vals, so have our accom­mo­da­tions on the road when we’ve had time for camp­ing between shows! Here’s some pic­to­r­i­al proof of our pro­gres­sion:


Small tent in Penn­syl­va­nia (3 day max) Con­tin­ue read­ing »

Idaho to Nashville


Kyle and I are ridicu­lous­ly lucky that most of the time we are on this crazy artis­tic adven­ture side by side; in the art stu­dio, in the van, at his shows, at my shows, hear­ing his rehearsals through the kitchen door.

But this week was different as we took on our own adventures

Almost imme­di­ate­ly after our show in Sun Val­ley, Ida­ho Kyle flew, as if by sling­shot, across the coun­try to Nashville to record with our good friends Vic­tor and Pen­ny for their upcom­ing album. I stayed behind in the Wood Riv­er Val­ley for a few days of camp­ing, bik­ing and READING. While solo camp­ing has giv­en me ample time for read­ing (2 books in 4 days!) and I am super proud of the music they are record­ing, I am real­ly ready for his return so we can con­tin­ue this adven­ture together…Montana here we come!






Traveling at Home

A Ger­man Film­mak­er asks: What if we could see our own envi­ron­ment with the same “new eyes” that we use when we trav­el? If we found adven­ture in our every­day? If we lived at home like we were trav­el­ing?


What can you implement in your life at home to make it more like the wonder of travel?

An Occasional Pause of Wonder

California Redwoods

Cal­i­for­nia Red­woods

As I set off into the new year, I spend a fair amount of time look­ing at the past. I com­pare what tran­spired to the goals I set for myself and the stu­dio, and plan ahead for the year to come. This seems almost uni­ver­sal at this time of year, and I have been con­tem­plat­ing why. And, like so many things in my life, I have found under­stand­ing of it in my stu­dio, in the images I have tak­en, and in the expe­ri­ence of tak­ing them.

Kyle and I have spent a fair amount of time over the last cou­ple of years on paths, forest­ed hik­ing paths in the moun­tains, small trails along the bluff over­look­ing the ocean, an assort­ment of rails to trails for bik­ing. I am often sore­ly dis­ap­point­ed that I, for a vari­ety of rea­sons, can’t seem to cap­ture ade­quate images of the expe­ri­ence. First, when I find myself in a new envi­ron­ment, I study it and under­stand­ing doesn’t come right away. It is this under­stand­ing that gives me the abil­i­ty to cap­ture the mean­ing of a place. Sec­ond, I am attempt­ing to stay present and some­how, no mat­ter what cam­era it is that I bring to my eye, the act of tak­ing a pic­ture pulls me away from the moment.  And last, you can’t always see the for­est for the trees. (You saw that com­ing didn’t you?)

Isn’t that the way it is with our year? The plan­ning and antic­i­pa­tion of the hike ahead is a won­der­ful part of the expe­ri­ence. But while we are en route we are watch­ing our step, think­ing of the task at hand, per­haps push­ing our­selves a bit fur­ther than we think we can go, with only an occa­sion­al pause of won­der. And final­ly, when we have returned to the camp­site, and slowed our breath­ing as we look into the fire, we get some per­spec­tive, and only then can we see the sum of the parts and find under­stand­ing.


Just a few more…

Today we are making the last of our drive from Portland to St louis.


This is always the most gru­el­ing week of the year for us (but we thank our lucky stars that we get to do it!). You might have noticed in last week’s post that we had a show in Port­land and then on its heels one in St Louis, and prob­a­bly thought noth­ing about it.

But it is those three short days (23 hours in a day when trav­el­ing east) that have been lurk­ing in our night­mares for the last few weeks. THREE short days to get over 2050 miles to the loca­tion where we will be set­ting up again tomor­row.


Saint Louis Art Fes­ti­val
Booth #400
Sep­tem­ber 6–8
Clay­ton, Mis­souri


So St. Louis friends you should know, I take cream in my cof­fee, and feel free to wake me gen­tly if you see me nod­ding off in my booth.


Perhaps just a few more reminders will sooth our aching seats!




Going against traffic

Being an artist and entertainer means we are usually going against traffic.


And today was no excep­tion, as we turned Fer­di­nand (the van) towards Port­land and passed all the RVs and cars laden with kayaks and bicy­cles head­ing out on their hol­i­day adven­tures, the vaca­tion por­tion of our trip was offi­cial­ly over and what pass­es for work begins. Which is to say, we’ve head­ed into Port­land and are get­ting ready to set up a dif­fer­ent kind of tent in a beau­ti­ful park where we’ll be over the hol­i­day week­end.



For me, sit­ting around a camp­fire is a fan­tas­tic place to spend hours read­ing. In antic­i­pa­tion of this lux­u­ri­ous time, through­out the year I set aside a few books that will be ide­al for trav­el. After our time togeth­er in Mex­i­co my writer friend Steph Kilen gift­ed me just such a book — per­fect for read­ing at the fire and con­tem­plat­ing on the next day’s hike through the woods. Con­tin­ue read­ing »

The Western Expansion

2,200 miles of travel! (so far)


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