We arrived Wednesday night but too late to catch a ferry back to the island. Yesterday was spent trying to catch up and then jet lag did the catching up. (I still haven't unpacked.)

The trip was incredible. I have around 16 rolls of film split between 120 roll film and 35mm film. I kept a journal in a 5" x 8" sketch book. My observations and digressions run to 173 pages. I will be putting them up on a web site when I get the film processed. It may take awhile.

There were so many high points that I can't even begin to summarize them. Washington, DC, is amazing — from the help we got at the Naval Art Gallery in viewing and photographing my grandfather's paintings to photographing a name, of someone I knew many years ago, that was on the Vietnam Memorial.

New York City was totally mind blowing. We arrived at Penn Station and took the 1 & 9 train to Greenwich Village. We got off at Christopher Street / Sheridan Square. We walked towards the light and then just stood on the sidewalk and fell in love with New York. We spent 3 1/2 days wandering around the neighborhoods that my father, who died in 1972, grew up in. We made it as far north as the Cathedral of St. John the Divine that my grandfather's father-in-law built. I made pinhole photographs in Frank Loyd Wright's Guggenheim Museum on World Pinhole Day. We walked the Brooklyn Bridge.

As amazing as the places were, the people we met were even more amazing — from Seth Sobel, in Washington, DC, to Andrea Van Ronk in New York City. The whole trip was mental and physical overload. Did I say that we walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked?

It's good to be back home, though. I have some stuff to take care of this morning and then regular programming will resume.