Port Jervis, NY

Just above the bend in the river is where three states meet (Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York), which has always given this place outsized importance, with each state building lookouts from which to view the other two. I can’t say I’ve come across the surname Brox anywhere but here. I wonder if it is related to Bronx, which itself is an alteration of Bronck’s, as in “the land belonging to Bronck”.

Yosemite National Park, CA

I don’t know if I’ve said this already, but for me these postcards represent my travel for this year, both in space and time. Today I imagine myself emerging from the nearly-mile long Wawona Tunnel, where I am greeted by El Capitan to the left, Half Dome in the distance, and Bridal Veil falls straight ahead. Incredibly, the parking lot is entirely empty. I ease my 1937 Packard Super Eight to a halt and take in the view, making small talk with a couple of hikers.