Shining Rock Wilderness Area. On the most perfect fall day, midweek.
I found this little plant on my run the other day. Had no idea clovers turned colors, too, or if that's what's happening or if that's even a clover. I could Google it but I like the mystery.
My grandparents lived very simple lives in very simple homes. Both sets. They all lived into their 90s and all but one died at home.
(I had written a lot more but deleted it this morning, on 10/6/14. After rereading the post again, it sounded so callous to me. Not at all what I intended, which was love and compassion and admiration for my grandparents who I cared so much about. I don't know where my head was when I wrote it or maybe my head was in an overly sensitive place last night when I read it again for the first time in five months, but either way, it didn't accurately represent what I feel. I'll try again with it soon.)
There is a beauty in things that you have fixed, and a wide "fixed" spectrum.
There's fixed so it's almost like new. Fixed so it functions. Fixed as much as I have time for right now. Fixed as it's ever gonna be. Fixed for now until I get the right parts. Fixed to last until company leaves. Fixed after oh-my-god how many tries? Fixed so it's more interesting than when it was perfect. Fixed enough. Fixed in the nick of time. Fixed forever.
Fixed so that when the sun catches it just right in the morning, you remember all the times you've shared with the fixed thing and don't want to let it go, even if it is worn and tattered and not truly fixed.
It's the actual Blue Ridge Parkway, the road, that feels like home. Winding up the mountain to get to it feels like I'm getting closer and closer to being able to breathe deeply again...and then there it is! The first vista, whichever one it happens to be depending on my access point, and the first deep really deep breath. Simultaneously. My entire chest expands along with view and it stays that way the entire time I'm up there. I'm breathing deeper right now just thinking about it.
Well, unless there's "weather." Fog, rain, snow, wind, fog again. Which is often. I don't mind. Weather is interesting. But the expansive breathing part disappears when I'm crawling along at 5 MPH through a pea-soup cloud, focusing on the white line on the right so I don't drive off the edge. Many miles of the Parkway have no guardrails.
These pics are straight out of the camera and were all taken on the same afternoon. My apologies for the spots on the lens! Did not check before heading up.
Wandering through this massive 1M+ square foot building that used to be a Sears store and regional headquarters (and built on the site of a former whites-only amusement park, which I just learned) was like stepping back in time. So quiet, so heavy, so permanent, with signs written in fonts of decades past and the same kind of solidness you feel when you slam the door of a classic sedan. Nothing tinny here. It also almost feels haunted, but like bustling-ghosts-of-retail-past, not mean-dead-Johnny-wants-you-to-join-him.
Lucky for me, it's also very close to my house, as it will soon be a "vibrant urban centerpiece" (oh, that marketing copy).
The tour was courtesy of Atlanta Green Drinks — love them. The photos are straight out of my iPhone.
Got Instagram this weekend — what fun (late to the party). These are 24 images taken in 24 hours...4 images within about a foot of each other in 6 different places that I happened to be while going about my day. They were: family room, treadmill, bedroom sitting area, stairway, ATM, Mac's b-day party, loft party. Yeah, that's 7 places. Somewhere along the line I miscounted ;)
Thanks for inspiring me to "see" today, Alvin, by asking about the exhibit. Without even moving my lazy self..... Try to make the APG show, if you can.
These are straight iPhone pics.
A mini travelogue of my trip to 2011 Greece — check out the shipwreck beach beginning at 2:19...one of the most breath-taking places I've ever been!