July 21, Warren, Pennsylvania (23 miles, Betts park.)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Department of roadside sightings.
July 20, Busti.
Leaving Phelps: Dave's not here! painted in green letters on a barn door. This morning: a big yard sign saying Hungry, with an arrow underneath it pointing to nowhere in particular.
Leaving Phelps: Dave's not here! painted in green letters on a barn door. This morning: a big yard sign saying Hungry, with an arrow underneath it pointing to nowhere in particular.
After the show.
July 19, Warsaw.
The crew starts taking down the tent the minute the last person in the public has left.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Pato - Studies #1 and 2.
July 18, Lima.
Pato, Ryan's duck, likes to get his belly tickled. Steve obliges.
Dylan's job.
July 18, Lima.
In addition to hugging trees Dylan likes to pick wild flowers (like mother, like son.)
He also has a job at the circus now.
He handles out the U.S. flags and cowboy ropes performers use in the finale and puts them back in their box afterwards. He takes it all very seriously.
Meanwhile Nicolas goes wild on the backstage truck's platform.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Historic tour (on the house.)
July 18, Lima.
For us this trip has turned into a historic home viewing tour.
Every morning we marvel at one gorgeous Victorian, Italianate or Greek revival house after another (even Castro has joined in) as we drive by through small towns on our morning jump. After Massachusetts, New York state has been a cornucopia, one town after another lined with stately beauties, remnants of high times past.
The Madison Building, in Stamford, New York.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Downgrade and upbeat.
July 16, Tully.
The brakes started smoking bad the other day driving down the mountain from Stamford so the trip this morning, with its three downgrades, made me a little nervous. We made it fine but it seemed to go on forever.
Upon arriving here people started streaming in past the trailers to see the tent go up and several women surrounded by small children stopped to say hello and ask about what it was like to be in the circus with a family and we chatted, and it was good to be reminded of the kinship behind our difference, the universal bond of mothers the world over, the power of a shared smile over our children's demands.
The brakes started smoking bad the other day driving down the mountain from Stamford so the trip this morning, with its three downgrades, made me a little nervous. We made it fine but it seemed to go on forever.
Upon arriving here people started streaming in past the trailers to see the tent go up and several women surrounded by small children stopped to say hello and ask about what it was like to be in the circus with a family and we chatted, and it was good to be reminded of the kinship behind our difference, the universal bond of mothers the world over, the power of a shared smile over our children's demands.
Lucky Eddie.
July 14, Sharon Springs.
As part of my multimedia project on the circus I made an audio recording of Lucky Eddie today, asking him about his life in and out of the circus. He is a sculptor and a painter, he learned to be a photographer in the army, ran a foundry, and decided to change his name to Lucky Eddie the day he found Ms. Vickie.
I just love him.
Today was his and Vickie's anniversary and they both forgot.
Nineteen years!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Josie's back, with more.
July 12, Richfield Springs.
Josie arrived last night from Hugo with six children in tow and a new trailer. She brought Jason's kids with her, Kelly, nine, Wesley, six, and Brooklyn, three, to visit for the summer.
From left, Jessica, Cheney, Josie's eldest, and Yolanda.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
A morning.
July 10, Gloversville.
Gorgeous drive cutting through the Adirondacks in the foggy sunny small of the day.
Just that.
Gorgeous drive cutting through the Adirondacks in the foggy sunny small of the day.
Just that.
Breathing the mountain air.
July 9, North Creek.
Fridman is sick with a severe flu; he's been lying down with fever, chills and aches since yesterday. Worrying is like a frost over every breath.
I dream of hiking in the woods all around us, alone.
This morning Reyna, Johnnie, Nathan, the kids and I took a train ride along the Hudson river.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
Sunny.
July 5, Copake.
Today is off, travel day, and to make things utterly perfect the weather finally turned.
The sun is on.
I'm dazed.
Today is off, travel day, and to make things utterly perfect the weather finally turned.
The sun is on.
I'm dazed.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Images.
July 4, West Warren.
Thanks to Mary Beth and Courtney I picked up the camera again today and went backstage.
Impressions in progress.
Thriller Fourth.
July 4, West Warren.
The Thriller was for the Fourth, not Halloween. It crowned the circus BBQ and it was hysterical.
Wild.
July 3, Lancaster.
Armando bought a baby buffalo; she arrived today.
Until now she had been with her mother, running free.
Armando bought a baby buffalo; she arrived today.
Until now she had been with her mother, running free.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
All the girls.
July 2, North Andover.
From left, Jessica Perez, Tavo's younger daughter, Zefta Loyal, Armando's daughter, and Yolanda Luna, Manuel's daughter.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
From one year to the other.
July 1, North Andover.
We moved last night because of the rain (again,) and it was horrible, it couldn't see anything, it seems like my night vision is getting worse. The trip matched the day and the lot we were in, a terminal muddy mess. Last year we were in a gorgeous city park on the other side of town.
We moved last night because of the rain (again,) and it was horrible, it couldn't see anything, it seems like my night vision is getting worse. The trip matched the day and the lot we were in, a terminal muddy mess. Last year we were in a gorgeous city park on the other side of town.
Halloween's thriller.
July 1, North Andover.
Since Michael Jackson's death the teenagers at the circus, Zefta, Renzo, Yolanda and Luis, have been working on a dance kit for Halloween to the beat of Thriller. They were not even born when the song came out.
They're rehearsing every day, like here under Manuel's porch behind our trailer.
Since Michael Jackson's death the teenagers at the circus, Zefta, Renzo, Yolanda and Luis, have been working on a dance kit for Halloween to the beat of Thriller. They were not even born when the song came out.
They're rehearsing every day, like here under Manuel's porch behind our trailer.
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