"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us." ~Oscar Wilde
Have you ever smelled something that triggered powerful memories? I'm getting ready for a 10 day outdoor leadership course with Johns Hopkins, and thought I would wash my backpack before I left. (I bought this pack in 1998, and have never washed it). The bathtub was quickly filled with Sierra Nevada pulverized granite, sand from the Mojave deserts of Joshua Tree, Ponderosa pine needles, Marmot saliva, funky sock odor, various unknown sticky substances, Adirondack snowmelt, some assorted small rocks from Death Valley and nine years of my musky man-odor. On Saturday, I traveled around the country without ever leaving my bathroom.
The Jefferson Memorial, from the Tidal Basin on a snowy morning (Taken 1 March 2014.)
About this blog:
"Filatore" was originally created as a way to track the adventures of an Italian deployment back in 2006 (Filatore=Spinner in Italian). Since then, it's morphed a few times, and after a period of relative dormancy, will document our urban existence over the next year.