August 16, 2005
Gid Brown Hollow, VA

Sooo hot is summer in the holler... apparently 316 year old cabins weren't made with air conditioning. I am melting. Can barely even strum a chord on my guitar. Thank the Lordess my beautiful friend songstress Olivia Maxwell keeps inviting me over to her dad's mountain-top manor to go swimming... or I would surely perish. -- happy floating me xo

Too hot for anything but swimming pools and beer

August 1, 2005
Brooklyn, NY

Have been having quite the NYC adventure for the past few days... Getting here there was a night or two from the annals of "I can't believe this is my life: Road stories from almost-hell" to be elaborated on later in the road novel I will surely write one day- Jack Kerouac, watch out buddy. But now I'm here and all is glorious and vibrant and fascinating and did I mention HOT? And today despite the heat I walked and walked and walked for what must have been a million blocks all the way from Broadway-Lafayette to Times Square and beyond. Then I did a big runabout Central Park before deliciously dining in the Central Park Boathouse on Pinot Grigio and Salmon Carpaccio... ohhh baby. My legs hurt, but it was so worth it! Spent last night crashing on the fine couch of my friend the incredible songmistress Elisa Korenne. Hittin' the 1-95 corridor of traffic jammage tomorrow en route back to Virginny for a wee bit more of a spell. Writing and writing and writing.... xxx K

 
In Central Park, NYC... more NY photos