The River

My friend Brendan visited South Strafford last week to get away from New York City, finish some writing in quiet, and vote. Here's an essay on Brendan: It's a Vermont vignette on his conflicting aspirations for both domesticity and pilgrimage; the seemingly impossible task of slowing the pendulum swing between commitment and independence.

After he recharged his wander-lust in the country, he returned to New York before hopping on a plane to Kansas for business. He plans to return to France this winter to finish a project.













Editor's Note: Brendan has plans to accompany these pictures with some of his writings on pilgrimage and domesticity, commitment, love, and the river as metaphor.