Welcome to my blog. My name is Susan Lulic Enholm. I will post poetry, short-short stories, photography, and travel experiences. The category Butterfly Wings will contain those incidental pieces that happen to float by and need a place to land.
Richard and I put together a last minute trip that turned out great. (Almost as great as my Arts High School senior class trip from Newark to D.C. The girls dressed up and wore high-heeled shoes. Oh, I remember the pain of walking for hours in 3-inch heels.) These many years later, I still had an issue. Since I didn’t bring my dog-walking shoes, my feet barked long and loud. On the plus side, our hotel was the right choice. We stayed at the Fairfield Inn and Suites on H Street, Chinatown – our appetite for sashimi, saki, and rainbow rolls was satisfied within a few easy blocks.
Our five days covered the Woodrow Wilson House, the Library of Congress, the Newseum (ticket is good for two days), and the Lincoln Memorial. We walked the Mall, watched squirrels scamper in the leaves, and took a 2-hour Sunday tour of Georgetown with Dwane Starlin. We spent hours the National Museum of the American Indian. We stood in line for ninety minutes to visit the National Museum of African American History and Culture. (Good luck with that! See my comments on Trip Advisor.) On a rainy Tuesday we did the not-to-be-missed East Building of the National Gallery of Art. The building opened in September and added 12,250 sq. feet of new exhibition space. A movable walkway connects the new space with the West Building.
I took photos of the quirky, the creative, and the somber. The internet has a zillion pictures of D.C. places. My imagination tells me to consider the usual, but I’m more interested in the other.
The retail shops on Rue Saint-Jean (Bayeux, France) were closed when I stopped for a second look. Jean Paul’s quirky window display of nude mannequins hit a high note in creative merchandising. Up and down the street, signs offering discounts were plastered on store front windows. Mannequins were dressed – some wore shoes. Some wore hats. I hope I have the right retailing idea, start with a naked body and customers will want to see your merchandise. How’s that, Jean Paul?
My bumper sticker reads Don’t Believe Everything You Think. The internet attributes the words to lyrics in a Lee Brice song. Anyway, an old car in Bozeman, MT had those words stickered on the rear bumper. I was on my way to Yellowstone, and those words rang true for me. Let go of negative thoughts. Stop being judgmental and stop second-guessing. A woman in a Sam’s Club parking lot read the sticker and commented to her friend, “Jimmy should read that. It’s one frickin’ good sticker.” If only those words had reached George Bush before he attacked Iraq.
Here are a few photos from a recent trip to Hawaii – a 7-day Un-Cruise adventure that plied the waters of Moloka’i, Lanai’i, Maui, and Hawaii. The itinerary included whale watching, cultural stops, and plenty of water activities. When it comes to taking pictures, I like the quirky and get a kick out of scenes and signs that are a bit off kilter. I hope you like them.
Sturdy shoes and sandstone grit will take anyone into northern Arizona’s slot canyons, Horseshoe Bend, and the Grand Staircase, a national monument. Slot canyon tours are popular, especially with serious photographers. Think ArizonaHighways and gorgeous calendars with 12 luscious sandstone images. Slot canyons are primarily on the Navajo Indian Reservation and that means No Tresspassing. My white tennis socks turned dusty red on the upper and lower Antelope Canyon treks. Between the two, I preferred the narrow trail and unhurried lower canyon experience. Two thumbs up for the 1.6 mile round-trip hike to see rock formations shaped like toadstools.
The beginning of November is a primo time to visit Lake Powell. Boats are docked and locked for the winter. The Bulgarian hotel workers are gone. Bus tours stop for a day to see the Glen Canyon Dam and visit the John Wesley Powell Museum. The place has a coolness that acknowledges a seasonal change. I took some photos and was wowed by smoke stacks rising from the desert floor. The Navajo Generating Station, a 2250 megawatt coal-fired plant that sends smoke to the Grand Canyon and electricity to Los Angeles, stretches across the landscape – an impressive temple to technology.
Utah and Colorado photograph beautifully year-round. My summer trip to visit friends gave me a chance to click my shutter a few times. I like to photograph quirky signs. I found two that worked for me. Although one sign had been shot to hell with bullets, both messages were clear. At Snowbird where I often skied, kids had summer fun bouncing on the trampoline.