Image via WikipediaHome is not a place. Home is a feeling you get when you are in the company of certain people. Some may experience it in a circle of friends, in the fellowship of like-minded people, or the gathering of family. The later was my case during the past Memorial Day weekend and week eight of the EP recording saga.
Our party of two traveled the state’s endless summer construction to a small town in northern Wisconsin. My family has had some sort of connection to the area since the early 60’s. The studio was pushed aside for the untarnished rugged landscape of the Turtle Flambeau Flowage this week. Emerging from a pleasant night of conversation and rest, we were eager to explore. We trekked through the Fallison lake trail, Star Lake trail, and mapped out other stops over champagne and fresh strawberries. Not very rock and roll, but the pine air and sunshine were great for recharging energy.
The family headed over to the Wisconsin Concrete Park for an incredible exposition of 200 glass and concrete statues constructed by Fred Smith, paid respects to relatives who have gone before, and relaxed on a sunny deck overlooking the forest and flowage. Texts and calls were nonexistent due to the remote location. Although there was no studio work this week, there were new memories composed and flashes from the past evoked. Home is not a place. Home is a feeling.
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Our party of two traveled the state’s endless summer construction to a small town in northern Wisconsin. My family has had some sort of connection to the area since the early 60’s. The studio was pushed aside for the untarnished rugged landscape of the Turtle Flambeau Flowage this week. Emerging from a pleasant night of conversation and rest, we were eager to explore. We trekked through the Fallison lake trail, Star Lake trail, and mapped out other stops over champagne and fresh strawberries. Not very rock and roll, but the pine air and sunshine were great for recharging energy.
The family headed over to the Wisconsin Concrete Park for an incredible exposition of 200 glass and concrete statues constructed by Fred Smith, paid respects to relatives who have gone before, and relaxed on a sunny deck overlooking the forest and flowage. Texts and calls were nonexistent due to the remote location. Although there was no studio work this week, there were new memories composed and flashes from the past evoked. Home is not a place. Home is a feeling.
Pics @
http://www.flickr.com/photos/49198010@N07/sets/72157624227343312/
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