Sunday: The View From Church
One windy spring Sunday as we were leaving, I resisted her “exhortations” to hurry-up-let’s-go and stood beside the car long enough at the Huffville Church parking lot to snap this picture. I’ve long admired the bend in the quiet country lane, the slopes and angles of the family farm nestled in the curve.
Some autumn day when the maple leaves are half hanging and half scattered round about underneath, I’ll take the tripod, take my time, and do this setting justice.
And it just occurred to me: we’ve taken that little road home, but never approached the church from that direction before. Might be a perspective for a shot of the church and cemetery against a dramatic backdrop of October sky. I’ll set a reminder for the end of September to check it out.
The next few weeks will be busy from a book-speaking point of view, and that’s good.
Galax Leaf and String this Saturday 10 til 4 (I understand I am speaking somewhere for an unknown bit of time at noon), then that evening at 7:00, the SustainFloyd Open House where (as a small contribution toward what I expect to be an interesting evening of conversation) I’ll share a 15 minute image-essay with just images, a few of which feature quotes by John Muir, Wendell Berry, HD Thoreau, and such.
My mom comes to visit the next week, which includes the Floyd Jubilee, in which I’ll not take part this year so I can entertain my company. She and I will be visiting some of my friends whose names she’s heard and whose arts and crafts and homes I’d like for her to get to know while she’s here.
June 24th I’ll be one of several authors at the Floyd Country Store during the day (hours TBA) at a book table as part of the Country Store 100 year celebration.
And June 25, I’ll be speaking to the assembled audience for the Creative Writing awards ceremony at the Wytheville Chautauqua event, my part from 930 to 1030, hopefully in a full auditorium amongst some of our former neighbors and old friends in the town that brought us to Virginia in 1975.
Then July is travel month. After saying last time “if I never get on a plane again, it will be too soon” I will be doing just that three times in less than 8 weeks, capped off by a visit to South Dakota in freakin’ August, where, last time we were there that month, the bank thermometers read 107 degrees. We’re not in Goose Creek any more, ToTo.ï»¿