The Flow of Things
Okay, I’m officially about to go under, so a creek picture seems fitting.
Today is the grand daughter’s last day here so I’m sure I’ll add a few more shots to the June09 images folder. I’ll try to have a gallery link up soon and will parcel a few out via the blog this week.
I’m just remembering almost two years ago when Taryn joined our party, thinking: someday, she’ll play in the creek with Abby.Â And what do you know, here we are, the future has arrived–as it seems relentless to do no matter how we’d like it to PAUSE or REPLAY. These images will be as close to a replay as I’m gonna get, and perhaps that is enough.
Going under: Things started not finished, things not started past due, papers lost under papers, to-do alarms going off on top of each other. Must. Find. Desk.
The Floyd Town Jubilee yesterday was I think by most measures a success. (Some vendors I think did pretty well, some others, not so much.) I don’t know how you’d venture a guess regarding attendance. The weather cooperated with rain going north of us, but the wind was not our friend. A couple of potters suffered losses when a gust lifted their tent enough to pitch their creations onto the asphalt.
Book sales, while not brisk overall, were certainly acceptable for such a setting. Most gratifying was the number of folks who bought BOTH books and the folks I met who had read Slow Road Home or learned about What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader on the recent media exposure of the book. I’m pleased to say that after six weeks from the date they arrived, they are paid for. Now, to growÂ some reserves for travel and other book and photography-related expenses to keep in the black.