Monday, July 28, 2014

The Photo Bin - July 2014


This is, perhaps, the calm before the storm. The photos have been thin, the posts thinner. It's been a quiet summer.

But that's about to change. A new camera's arrived and there's some serious fishing just 'round the corner. Each should quicken the pulse and, hopefully, provide the sparks of inspiration that drive what goes on around here.

Ready or not, it's time to get going again.


In the meantime, here's a trio of shots from last week's misty morning on Virginia's Smith. Having your feet in the water and your head in the clouds is hard to beat - even when the browns are tight-lipped. And it's particularly nice when shared with good company, yet with just a few steps you can be alone in the fog once again.

The best of both worlds.


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Monday, July 21, 2014

Summertime


Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby, Don't you cry

It’s stuck in my head and has been since Saturday before last. Tommy Edwards, a local bluegrass favorite, put it there as he crooned these languid lyrics to a small gathering of folks relaxing around a small stage and wine bar tucked comfortably in the back woods of Chatham County. Who knew that Gershwin spun so nicely from a Martin acoustic?

How does a song get so firmly affixed into one’s consciousness? It’s been over a week yet I still find myself humming it constantly, singing it in the shower, playing it in my head on an endless loop; open and soft as a gentle roll cast. Maybe the tune caught me in the just right instant, dovetailed perfectly with my sentiment, and was so perfectly timed, so synchronous with my state of mind, that it simply refuses to relinquish that peaceful place in my brain. Whatever the mechanism, I ain't complainin'.

So while this particular summertime has not always been easy, it certainly has had more than its share of moments of quiet contentment. And maybe the fish are jumpin', but I've not been on the water enough of late to tell you for sure. That's soon to change and maybe, just maybe, this blog will liven up a bit. But until it does, be sure to get yourself out into that high cotton and enjoy these lazy summer days while they're still around.

Tell 'em, Tommy.

So hush little baby, Don't you cry