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author | luxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net> | 2021-01-07 22:16:02 -0500 |
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committer | luxagraf <sng@luxagraf> | 2021-01-07 22:42:05 -0500 |
commit | 7431e0fa0a2a34a279756dcbbc7424bc2d405cdd (patch) | |
tree | ba3395e9d3a234f583ac1e6a74295a8a290f9deb | |
parent | 807df6d641fcccf34ac4aa61b92b23265da272bd (diff) |
jrnl: added new post on driving on the solstic, archived Elliott birthday post
-rw-r--r-- | published/2020-12-20_six.txt | 28 | ||||
-rw-r--r-- | solstice-strange-town.txt | 40 |
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diff --git a/published/2020-12-20_six.txt b/published/2020-12-20_six.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de3bdc4 --- /dev/null +++ b/published/2020-12-20_six.txt @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +Five was one of those years that seemed to fly by. I feel like you just turned five and now you're six? How did that happen? + +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_124841_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2546" class="picwide" /> + +Even crazier for me to think about is that when we left home three and a half years ago, Elliott was still a toddler in diapers. And now he's six and [riding a bike](https://luxagraf.net/jrnl/2020/12/learning-to-ride-bike) and [backpacking](https://luxagraf.net/jrnl/2020/10/walking-north-carolina-woods). + +You'd be hard pressed to find a sweeter kid than Elliott. I know I am biased, but I keep waiting for him to turn into, well, a little boy. A little boy like I remember being, up to no good all the time. So far that just hasn't happened. He's the kindest, most thoughtful person I know. His sisters have no idea how lucky they are. + +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_070324_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2547" class="picwide" /> + +Happy birthday Elliott. I have enjoyed the past year, strange though some of it has been, I have enjoyed it. I've enjoyed it with you. + +<div class="cluster"> +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_083835_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2548" class="cluster picwide" /> + <span class="row-2"> +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_120015_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2555" class="cluster pic66" /> +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_120005_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2554" class="cluster pic66" /> + </span> +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_084138_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2551" class="cluster picwide" /> +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_084133_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2550" class="cluster picwide caption" /> +</div> + +I like that you enjoy doing the unusual things we do, that you like figuring out how to make things work, that you always want to go over the next rise and see what's on the other side, that you always want to keep doing everything for just two more minutes. I know you won't always be a little boy, but I sure am enjoying it while you are. I hope you're enjoying it too. + +And sorry about all the ribbon, it won't happen again. + +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_130005_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2557" class="picwide" /> +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-20_130004_elliott-birthday.jpg" id="image-2556" class="picwide" /> diff --git a/solstice-strange-town.txt b/solstice-strange-town.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9a7938d --- /dev/null +++ b/solstice-strange-town.txt @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +I have a handful of habits that carryover from growing up in the west. One of them is *going for a drive*. Not a drive to get anywhere, just a drive to drive. People don't seem to do that as much back here. Aimless driving is not the most ecologically sustainable thing you can do, but I miss it sometimes. + +Driving is a kind of meditation, especially in the wide open empty spaces of the southwest where I grew up going for drives, where there's nothing but clouds and sky and road. + +<img src="images/2021/comanche_grasslands_Jul1610_34_01.jpg" id="image-2560" class="picwide" /> + +Where we are in South Carolina I have tree-lined country roads overgrown with huge, heavy old oaks. Their bare, twiggy arms stretch toward the winter sky. The dappled light of afternoon sun flickers like a strobe light across the windshield at 50 miles an hour. + +I drifted aimlessly, taking random left turns but trying to keep the sun on my right, so I knew I was heading south. I wound up in a town called Abbeville, which has the slogan "pretty near perfect." You have to be careful with overly-optimistic slogans, lest they become ironic. + +<img src="images/2021/2020-12-19_122121_abbeville.jpg" id="image-2561" class="picwide" /> + +I have no idea what life is like in Abbeville, but if the old broken windows theory is correct, things are probably headed in a direction that you might charitably call, not good. I know that's the case in Iva, the closest town to our woods. It's not a social problem. It's an economic problem. The jobs left when the mill shut down. + +That sentence applies to any number of a hundred small towns we've driven through in the course of our travels around America. Whatever social problems may exist in this country, they pale next to the economic reality that most of us live with. + +There's a town named Due West + + + + + + +The bare twiggy oak trees + +I didn't have a direction in mind, I just kept turning left. Eventually I saw a sign of Abbeville and thought, I wonder what's there. Eventually I made it to the old downtown and parked. I walked around + +By strange coincidence I was shooting with the same camera as last year, not mine. + +I stumbled across + +On the way out of town I saw a road marked Heritage trail. + +The gulla gulla gas station, a reminder that you're in SC. + + +a junction for level land in one direction, due west in the other + +There were so many barns I would have loved to photograph, but somehow knocking on someone's door in a pandemic to ask if you can photograph their crumbling barn doesn't seem like the right move. + |