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Under the dripping weight of a morning shower this unknown prefers anonymity. Sportin’ cool blue berries and orange-vermilion stems, fat chance – meaning little or no chance according to The Free Dictionary dot com.
© d100821-007 Berries
Arabia Mountain
DeKalb County, Georgia
Saturday 21 August 2010
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This is an example of what you might have to do to get a truss bridge, a mighty river, and a dandelion all in the same picture.
© d100615-004 Elk River
Webster Springs, West Virginia
Webster County
Tuesday 15 June 2010
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Newfound Mountain
Sandymush Valley
In the moment.
© d100617-009 Big Sandy Church
Buncombe County, North Carolina
Thursday 17 June 2009
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What ritual act of resignation
Do you perform
That signifies, that punctuates
The end of another day.
© d100611-043 Campfire
North River Camp
Augusta County, Virginia
Friday 11 June 2010
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© d100809-007 Passing Deer
Stone Mountain Park
DeKalb County, Georgia
Monday 9 August 2010
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I stand here at the crossroads. A backroads photographer can be certain about places like that. I drool at the sight of rust and peeled paint. Anything worn or rustic. The aged patina gestures, “Stride inside, to the seduction zone” - to Wabi Sabi and precious artifacts.
It’s “The Sphinx,” a hand written two-page essay for Miss Abbott my 2nd grade teacher, in blue ink and not assigned.
It’s a collection of short poems (“My Uncle is in the Navy, and he likes to eat gravy,”) pencil scratched in a hand-made booklet, Circa 1950.
It’s a Kodak Brownie box camera that snapped those Family albums, parents, grand parents, uncles, cousins and even the milk cow.
It’s a small black wind-up clock from a WW II aircraft cockpit that ticks no longer but relives that treacherous landing in Iceland.
It’s an electric steam locomotive, American Flyer, that chugged about the holiday tree responding gleefully to my deft commands.
It’s a rusty Civil War bayonet exchanged from a friend for a 50’s Little Richard album.
It’s a plumb bob from my first job as a surveyor’s assistant cutting brush, dragging chain, being responsible for distances and alignment.
It’s a wrench from Father’s shop etched with his initials.
It’s a high school scholar-athlete trophy, disputed by the city boys.
It’s a cast iron stamping gizmo used by Grand Father, a country judge, to emboss signatures on legal documents.
It’s an ancient kerosene-fueled blow torch that thawed frozen kitchen pipes way back, right after the War.
It’s clothes and uniforms that should never leave the rack.
It’s endless shelves of books. Music, art, history. Science and technical reports, journals and course notes.
It’s that time for me. The inevitable downsize. Such things will have to go. How strong my will, I do not know.
Here at the Crossroads.
© d100616-018 Hardware Inside
Lansing, North Carolina
Ashe County
Wednesday 16 June 2010
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After surviving twelve weeks of punishing drought and consecutive 95 plus degree days, the Park this morning sighed with momentary relief savoring the offerings from last night’s storm.
© d100807-004 Across the Lake
Stone Mountain Park
DeKalb County, Georgia
Saturday 7 August 2010
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