In A Nutshell
It’s been several years since I bade my former personal blog farewell. I made a commitment at the time I shut it down that I would one day bring up a new personal blog. While I’ve had the domain parked…and even had hosting set up…for more years than I care to admit, it’s still sitting around undeveloped.
Funny thing about blogging…I used to love it. I still do love the political blogging I do at The Texas Blue, but for the last several years I’ve had almost no interest in personal blogging. I think that is partially due to the fact that I read so many other blogs on a daily basis; there’s nothing like finding someone who’s written about some idea you’ve been kicking around your head and who has done it better than you could on your best day.
The deeper reason, though, is because I go through long periods of time where I don’t feel like I have anything unique to say or anything worthwhile to contribute to public space. There are just some days where countries are invading other countries and political fortunes are made and lost and all I am really interested in doing is digging in the yard, playing with the dog or spending some quality time at the driving range.
Throughout this personal sabbatical, there’s always been one thing I’ve wanted to write about despite global politics, elections, seasons or the Hollywood flavor of the week: Travel. I’ve been to a lot of places and taken a lot of pictures, but I’ve hardly written anything about my time in the air and on the road. What little I did write went the way of the dinosaurs when I shut down my old blog.
Steep Grades, Sharp Curves is not going to be an expansive personal blog. It is, however, going to be a personal travel blog for where I’m going and where I’ve been; it’s going to be a place to give some context to my pictures and to paint a few with words for the places I’ve been without my camera.
The name comes from a song and a band that’s accompanied me through numerous states, at least three time zones, all kinds of weather and just about every state of mind you can imagine. There is no better music to roll through the American West to than Yonder!
