I abhor the time-driven life. Top to bottom, front to back, and side to side. That might explain my quickening excitement, whilst I sit upon my granite perch admiring the crystalline calls from the wood thrush duet across the way and anticipating the departure 4:30 am tomorrow morning for my 23rd annual photography expedition to the Blue Ridge Mountain states - batteries charged. No schedules. No destinations. No disgusting showers. All backroads, small towns, forests and farms, country churches, and some flowers, too. A few continuous days of blissful succor in Arcadia for my weary nervous system. "One hot dog, please, catsup and smothered with onions for Doctor Flowers over there!"
Note: Regular postings will resume by twelve June.
© 0295-27 Hot Dog Stand
New Castle, Virginia
Thursday 8 June 1989