Trip to Doylestown and Memories of a Journey to Afghanistan 51 Years Ago

Buddha Statue, Bamian, Afghanistan

Photograph by Maynard Owen Williams

"If one sits on the head of the Great Buddha and looks across the green valley, framed by the arch of the grotto and dotted with fort-like manors that are almost tiny villages, he has a view and a sensation of rare beauty."—Maynard Owen Williams

National Geographic magazine, October, 1931

 In the summer of 1965, Mom, Dad, Richard, Fred, and Tad took a trip to Afghanistan.  Over a dinner party in Beverly Mass, Richard had explained that roads can take you from England to Afghanistan and somehow the idea galvanized the group of friends.  This summer, fifty-one years later, Mom suggested we go to a museum in Doylestown PA to see a show about Afghanistan.  There Mom walked through the show of Steve McMurry’s iconic photographs of his tours through Afghanistan.  She showed me a map, tracing the steps of her itinerary in 1965, arriving in Herat, driving to Kandamar, and then Kabul, before making their way out past Jalabad and the Kyber Pass on their way to India.  In 1968, they toured around Afghanistan alone.   We looked at the portraits and tragic images of a geography overrun by war.  Looking at a picture of a man by a pile of tires, Mom recalled sitting in the car as their land rover underwent repairs.  She read a novel or their reviewed their travel guide in French.  Walking by the photos of the statues of Buddas of Bamiyan, Mom recalled seeing the Bhuddas first hand.   And, of course, in 2011 the Taliban destroyed the ancient statues. Its bittersweet to see these images of the humanity of the people of Afghanistan, the kids, a man who takes portraits, another man who sells teeth, the scenes of people ravaged by war.

The rest of the museum collection includes pieces from the permanent collection of the Pennsylvania Impressionists and New Hope school, a small but lively chapter in the history of art.

We looked at art all afternoon. But it was nice to leave early knowing it would still be there the next time we go and that we don’t have to fly 3000 miles to see it again.

We drove back through New Hope and Lambertville enjoying the lovely afternoon and its blue skies.

Later that night, I saw a few leaves falling from the trees.  Summer is about over.  We talked about the food on our journey around Italy, the truffles, the lovely pastas every night, the galleries, so much art, memories that hopefully we’ll all be sharing 51 year from now.  

Streetscape New York City - From Bond to Rivington Streets

Scene from a pizza shop on Avenue A.

Walking home from dropping number two at skateboard camp, I strolled down Bond Street in the Gowanus.  There are new buildings everywhere. But the old canal is also still there.  A new piece of art had found its way onto the corner of Bond and Second Street since I last walked here. So I stopped to take a picture and kept on walking. Down the the street by Degraw some guys were painting a mural. The city is changing. But art is everywhere.  That's what it was like this first week back at work, writing, teaching, going to see some friends out.  Riding past a pizza shop, stopping for a bite on Ave A, drawn to Rivington Street, between the community gardens, and ABC No Rio now being remade in front of us, with a few messages remaining in the graffiti.  A mural by Kenny Sharf down the street by Siempre Verde - my heart wells up with happiness to be back in my beloved New York City.