Of Memories and Brown Water
I’m looking at the VDOT Road Conditions map this morning before dawn, trying to plot a way to work not blocked by water. Short of the hurricanes of late summers past, we’ve not seen this kind of flooding in our…
I’m looking at the VDOT Road Conditions map this morning before dawn, trying to plot a way to work not blocked by water. Short of the hurricanes of late summers past, we’ve not seen this kind of flooding in our…
The Floyd Country Store, in its renovated reincarnation, draws young and old–for the music, for the food and soda fountain, and for the penny candy you once loved and can’t find anywhere else–at least in such volume and with this…
It was four years ago, July 6, that we took Buster on his last trip to town. It will soon be four years, August 17, that we brought Tsuga home to Goose Creek. This is not a very good picture…
This is a rebroadcast–from July 2002–out of those distant archives (still hard to reach just now after the recent WordPress move.) These concrete memories help “place” me today in the context of what has come in Julys past, to better…
’tis a sad day when my photographic opportunities come only from (Friday) work and (Saturday) a day long meeting. But I’m determined to start up the learning curve with the new hardware, so I’ll take the shots where I find…
Somewhere up in the Very Back Room, in a cardboard box full of faded leatherette albums filled with yellowed acetate sheets of pale Instamatic images from the Pleistocene era of our marriage and family life, is a picture of our…
It was too long a trip from Floyd to Mobile to be comfortable with her going alone, though for me, everyone there would be a stranger. Maybe I shouldn’t go at all. It was her home town where we were…