for several days i have had trouble posting because i am anticipating being in a beautiful city with lots of images to capture and adventures to pursue. what i haven’t appreciated enough is where i am now. yesterday i walked around the town of concord a bit and took a tour of the orchard house, home of the alcotts. i did not realize that the family, particularly transcendentalist bronson alcott, was so close with emerson and thoreau, who were also inhabitants of concord. this information brought back memories of reading their writing for the first time. emerson’s writing on nature and the ‘fad of traveling.’ thoreau’s two-year retreat to walden pond. there is art, beauty, and inspiration everywhere we look. sometimes on a late summer day the best thing to do is to step outside and look around.