Travel Local

I recently read a term that I think describes how I like to travel – slow travel. I like to stay in one place for a period of time, get to know the city, meet locals, and learn the language. And from what I’ve read out in the blog-o-sphere, I’m not the only one.

A great way to find out what’s going on in a city or region is to attend local markets. Markets are an especially great way to discover regional foods and art. And people are there to sell stuff, crafts, food, wine, clothing, so they are going to talk to you. At least that’s been my experience. You never know, you might go home with treasures untold, which could be friendship, honey, radishes, or big a canine kiss.

food, dallas, local market ©penny sadler 2013

local, travel, markets, dallas ©pennysadler 2013

jewelry, dallas, market ©2013 pennysadler  travel local

food, local, dallas, travel ©pennysadler 2013

local farmers markets, travel, dallas

dogs, local markets, dallas

White Rock Market, dallas, ©pennysadler 2013

White Rock Market

markets local, dallas

markets, local, crafts, ©pennysadler 2013

One Fish Two Fish planter

White Rock Market

Photos were taken at the White Rock Local Market on December 8, 2012.

©pennysadler 2012-2013. All rights reserved.


King Lear and Blogging

What does King Lear have to do with blogging? Not much – and, more than you may think. At least in my world.

Let me start at the beginning…

Last year when I began blogging, I knew nothing. I just wanted a place to share my travel photographs, my thoughts, stories about traveling, and, I hoped, to build some community (I have!). I read up on WordPress and other blogging platforms and compared them. I gave myself a crash course in how to edit my photographs in Lightroom 3. And, I started blogging. It’s always been a work in progress and I’ve made a lot of mistakes.

Last week I posted that I’m working on a makeover for Adventures of a Carry-on.
So in that spirit, yesterday I began going over every post with a fine-tooth comb. Making sure that watermarks are consistent on photographs (they aren’t), checking use of italics and bold text. There’s a lot of cleaning up to do.

So yesterday afternoon, I was in a groove really getting a lot done – and here’s where King Lear comes in. I had volunteered to be a greeter at the Dallas Theater Center in exchange for a ticket to see King Lear. I don’t know much about the Bard’s work except for the ones that have been made into movies, like Romeo and Juliet, and Hamlet. I thought this would be a great way to become better friends with Sir William and do my civic duty at the same time. But as the hour approached, I was reluctant to stop the momentum.

I finally forced myself to get dolled up and on my way to the theater.

By the end of the first act, I realized I might as well go home and work on my blog some more. I mean, I had my own craziness happening, I didn’t really need King Lear’s on top of it. Most days I come home from work, head up the stairs to my office, and change clothes while sitting at the computer. There’s usually a small pile of clothes and jewelry scattered around my office and draped over my chair. By the time I leave the room two hours later, I’m in my underwear. Oh, and I have a couple of crazy sisters too.

Back to the play. At intermission, I was seriously considering bailing out. The play was never-ending. And, I couldn’t stop thinking about my blog. I decided to text a friend who’s a big fan of Shakes (as she refers to him) and get her approval for bugging off early. I mean he was crazy and there was intrigue, corruption, and manipulation everywhere. I got it about twenty minutes into the play.

I’m kind of worried. Maybe blogging is making me impatient? I’m afraid I’m losing my ability to enjoy or understand something more wordy, more intellectual, more intelligent – without a notepad and my camera.

I’ve always been impatient and sometimes even called pithy. Was it wrong to choose blogging over high brow entertainment? Are we looking for short, bullet-point experiences? Can we, as a culture, enjoy culture as it is, without having to document it?

Guess King Lear’s not the only crazy one…

Dallas Theater Center

©pennysadler 2013. All rights reserved.

Where Are You? December 2012

Where Are You? ©copyright Penny Sadler 2012

It’s time for another Where Are You? These posts are always fun for me and at the same time a little bit difficult.  I want it to be interesting and challenging for you, the reader, but, not too difficult or, too obvious. I want you to pause for a moment or two at least, before you leave the page for the next post or blog. I mean that’s why we blog right? Because we want readers. Or if your blog is more visual, then you want viewers.

Often I have a photograph I’d like to use for this, but don’t, because I think it’s too obscure, it looks like it could be anywhere. Or on the other hand, could be too obvious, like a photograph of the Colosseum in Rome.

If you’ve been following my blog lately this one should be pretty easy to guess. It’s one of a series of photographs I did as a study of the light falling across the ground, in the late afternoon. I also liked the way the color of the foliage is highlighted by the white of the building.  Another hint, it’s one of my favorite places, second to Rome.

Where Are You? October 2012

Every month I post a Where Are You? photograph, an idea I got from Conde Nast Traveler. It allows me to share my travel photos in a fun way, and simultaneously, I am putting energy into manifesting my dream to be a travel photographer.

You may know what city this was taken in, but do you know the exact location? Please comment, like, share.

Jefferson, Texas

I  just had to write this. It’s a little embarrassing, but hopefully you, the reader, will find it helpful. I’m a new photographer and I still make a lot of mistakes. Today was a whopper and one I won’t soon forget.

I was driving home from a business trip and took a detour to a town called Jefferson.

Big Cypress Bayou in Jefferson, Texas

Big Cypress Bayou in Jefferson, Texas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’d heard a lot about Jefferson, an east Texas town near the border of Louisiana. The topography is much more like Louisiana than Texas, swamps filled with cypress trees – dripping spanish moss.

 Cotton and other goods were shipped from Jefferson via the Mississippi River, via the Red River. Before the Civil War, Jefferson was a major inland port and hub, for culture and refinement in the area. The old historic area is composed of buildings from the 1800’s,  many reported to be haunted.

So here I am in this quaint little town loaded with history, culture, and interesting architecture: it’s early morning and not many people are on the streets – all the trees and flowers are blooming and, I don’t have a camera. Actually I do, but the battery is dead and it’s Sunday and, it’s Jefferson, Texas: population about 2,000. There’s no chance of finding a battery on an early Sunday morning for a five years old, Olympus point and shoot. I didn’t take my DSLR because the trip was business – just a quick overnight trip. I didn’t think I’d need it. Stupid.

Jefferson Historic District

Jefferson Historic District (Photo credit: Wikipedi

Here’s your takeaway: whether travel photography is your hobby or your passion, always have an extra battery and a couple of memory cards. And don’t forget your camera. You never know when the travel bug is going to bite. Since I’m not your mother, maybe you will listen?