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Self Portrait
Self Portrait
The view from Vicki's apartment, Buffalo, New York
The view from Vicki's apartment, Buffalo, New York
From Bronte Creek Provincial Park
From Bronte Creek Provincial Park
Croud/Tonal studies made in TorontoAdrian 019
Croud/Tonal studies made in Toronto
From outside White River, OntarioAdrian 026
From outside White River, Ontario
Grass drawn in Thunder Bay, Ontario.
Grass drawn in Marathon, Ontario, while waiting for the public library to open.
Drawings made in Thunder BayAdrian 031
Drawings made in Thunder Bay
After the rainfall, near Ignace, Ontario
After the rainfall, near Ignace, Ontario
In Selkirk, ManitobaAdrian 055
In Selkirk, Manitoba
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An update

June 10- Victoria Ciostek and I rode a Buffalo for a few hours, stopping from time to time to make photographs. Vicki is a photographer and friend from the Aegean Center for the Fine Arts. Since being back in the States, she has been working on a photograohic essay of her hometown of Buffalo (image courtesy of Victoria Ciostek)
June 10- Victoria Ciostek and I rode around Buffalo for a few hours, stopping from time to time to make photographs. Vicki is a photographer and friend from the Aegean Center for the Fine Arts. Since being back in the States, she has been working on a photographic essay of her hometown, Buffalo (image courtesy of Victoria Ciostek)
June 13- The twisty road that goes to Bronte Creek Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada
June 13- The twisty road that goes to Bronte Creek Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada
June 14- I my way north, I stopped in Toronto to visit Alex Manning. This is the Canadian goose that is caugh in her apartment. I was in Toronto long enough to explore Kensington market, play some tennis, watch the Lakers win the NBA championship and meet some great people in Alex's life.
June 14- On my way north, I stopped in Toronto to visit Alex Manning. This is the Canadian goose that is caught in her apartment. I was in Toronto long enough to explore Kensington market, play some tennis, watch the Lakers win the NBA championship and meet some great people in Alex's life.
June 16- Self portrait made during a spectacular moment just outside of White River, Ontario.
June 16- Self portrait made during a spectacular moment just outside of White River, Ontario.
June 16- I followed an logging road up to the top of a hill. Though much of the surrounding lightscape was victim of lumber industry, it was beautiful in the midst of its death and renewal. And the light, oh, the light!
June 16- I followed a logging road up to the top of a hill where I found this view. Though much of the surrounding landscape was victim of lumber trade, it was beautiful in the midst of death and renewal. And the light, oh, the light!
June 16- I warmed water for coffee over the fire. For an evening, I felt like a cowboy.
June 16- I warmed water for coffee over the fire. For an evening, I felt like a cowboy.
June 16- A sketch made en situ. I will never be able to render the sublimity of moments like these.
June 16- A sketch made en situ.
June 18- The sparkling new chain and sprocket put on Lucinda in Thunder Bay, Ontario.
June 19- The sparkling new chain and sprocket put on Lucinda in Thunder Bay, Ontario.
June 20- The view out of my tarp as I waited out a storm outside of the town of Ignace, Ontario. It was a deluge of rain but the tarp kept me dry. The folowing morning a black bear woke me up, sniffing around the outside of the tarp. Alas, I have found myself on an adventure!
June 19- The view out of my tarp as I sat through an evening storm outside of the town of Ignace, Ontario. It was a deluge of rain but the tarp kept me dry.
June 20- I buried myself deep in my sleeping bag to keep away from the torrent of mosquitos. This is the opening that I peered out of, watching as mosquitos approached. The following morning a black bear woke me up, sniffing the outside of my tarp. Alas, I have found myself on an adventure!
June 19- I buried myself deep in my sleeping bag to keep away from the torrent of mosquitoes. This is the opening that I peered out of, watching as mosquitoes approached. The following morning a black bear woke me up, sniffing the outside of my tarp. Alas, I have found myself on an adventure!
June 20- Route 44, through Whiteshell Provincial Park, Manitoba
June 20- Route 44, through Whiteshell Provincial Park, Manitoba
June 20- Self Portrait made from my bike up at Grand Beach, Manitoba.
June 20- Self Portrait made from my bike up at Grand Beach, Manitoba.
June 22- In Grand Beach, Lucinda would go no further. The spark plugs had no spark. Erik and Derek, father and son, carried her to Westside Honda in Selkirk, Manitoba. It was sunday and the shop was closed. We left her around the back of the garage. They dropped me off on Main Street at a cheap hotel they knew of- Lord Selkirk Hotel. Given that everything was closed and the sky was all shades of grey, Selkirk had every feeling of a necropolis. And yet I was oddly envigorated by this situation I was thrust into, one that was not of my design. Here is a picture of my well worn boots.
June 21- In Grand Beach, Manitoba, Lucinda would go no further. The spark plugs had no spark. Erik and Derek, father and son, towed her to Westside Honda in Selkirk. It was Sunday and the shop was closed. We left her around back of the garage. From there, they dropped me off on Main Street at a cheap hotel they knew of- Lord Selkirk Hotel. Given that everything was closed and the sky was all shades of gray, Selkirk had every feeling of a necropolis. And yet I was oddly invigorated by this situation I was thrust into. With my Rolleiflex I walked around town. Here is a picture of my boots taken at the end of a long day.
June 23- This morning, I found police and caution tape around the entrance of the hotel I have been staying in. Apparently a man was found unconscious in his room. I was not able to find out anything more. Most of the occupants of the hotel are perminent residence. I suppose they can be described as being on the fringe of society. Within this hotel, they have formed a community. I feel welcome here. I will remain in Selkirk until CDI ignitor arrives, purchased from ebay, and Lucinda is back on the road.
June 23- This morning, I had to leave the hotel where I have been staying by way of the fire escape. Their were police and caution tape around the entrance. Apparently a man was found unconscious in his room. I was not able to find out anything more. Most of the occupants of the hotel are permanent residents. I suppose they can be described as being on the fringe of society. Within the hotel, they have a community of their own. I feel welcome here. I will remain in Selkirk until CDI ignitor arrives, purchased from ebay, and Lucinda is back on the road.
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Mile 2176- Selkirk, Manitoba

Alas, The Kid awoke to trouble. He could hear the heavy breathing of Big Wet Black Paw from beyond the saloon doors. A snort of discontent wafted into the dimly lit room and up to his place at the bar.

The men, who had been slouched over their drinks, parted like the Red Sea; their stools turned pale. The Kid was left an island amongst partially consumed glasses. He looked down at his own glass of cranberry juice. Rings rippled on the crimson surface with every step Big Wet Black Paw made.

Suddenly, The Kid was off his seat and bound toward Big Wet Black Paw. With swift strides and six shooters unhulstered, he broke through the swinging doors, broke through the flood of light-Pow Pow Pow.

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Mile 1411

Lucinda climbed the bumpy logging road like a champ. Out of bug shadows we ascended until we broke through the sun bejeweled crust, through an atmospheric ocean’s golden surface and could go higher no further. Atop our hill, I could see the surrounding Canadian countryside for miles. And how we were enveloped by the rich light, kissed and hugged and welcomed a thousand times.

I made camp here- pitched a tarp, built a fire pit and collected wood. Over the flame, on a tripod built of stone, I warmed a can of chili and water for coffee. I rolled a cigarette, threw some loose tobacco into the fire as tribute to Prometheus and the trees, and made some sketches, enamored. Under the stars and above the lights of a distant a town and around the rumble of trains, I fell asleep.

Ah, yes, happy belated Bloomsday!

[…] O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the
glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all
the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the
rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar
as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose
in my hair like the Andalusian girls […]

— Ulysses, Joyce

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Mile 640

Once upon a time, and a rather exciting time at that, a raccoon waddled into a campsite. After a few moments, it found what it was smelling for- a piece of potato, a golden morsel, a vestige of the meal made over the fire the night before. Potato in his happy little grip, he returned to the dense wood from whence he came.

Not far from this happy raccoon, the Kid pulled along the eerie canal, pulled along a black man named James who had a tackle box in his hand and $10 in his pocket and was heading to the casino. In the steel producing city of Buffalo, the Kid circled into an empty parking lot, downshifted to 1st gear and then back up to neutral, killed his engine. The purr came to a silence.

Bubbling- blop, blop- from the front forks of the motorcycle was a steady blop, blop of oil. He dismounted from the black and brown bike to have a better look. A blop blopped like a sick baby blopping down his chin.

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This is just to say:

stonypoint

Farewell Rivertown

Ma, Please do not worry

Thank you ol’ Bloodline, ol’ Friends, Heroes, Muses, oh Captain, my Captain.

My very best

Lucinda
The plan is to ride Lucinda across the continent
The Leica with which I will document my travels
The Leica with which I will document my travels
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The Planters of Vegetables

Dar Williams
Dar Williams
Michael Robinson and Dar Williams in Suburbia with Vegetables
Michael Robinson and Dar Williams
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Michael’s Boots

Boots

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Candela/Decker Gallery

The Candela/Decker gallery in SOHO, 31 Crosby St, NY. This gallery has a permanent collection of the work made by Dan Eldon. It is not a bad idea to call the gallery before visiting.
The Candela/Decker gallery in SOHO, 31 Crosby St, NY. This gallery has a permanent collection of the work made by Dan Eldon. It is not a bad idea to call the gallery before visiting.
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The Boy and His Horse

Apropos of my plans to ride cross continent on a 1978 Honda Hawk motorcycle:

The Boy and His Horse

The boy courts the horse one day to play;
Once bound, hooves flake ground and he atop, attached
Hawk fingers gripping mane, legs press’d.
Through gulps of wind the boy whispers, Yes.

Four legs stretch over open plain,
Cracked marble columns at their backs:
Together they clear high above walls
And go as far as the beast and boy are willing.