These past few weeks have gone by fast. Mooseville has been serving fresh moose on demand.
Here it is a Saturday morning and I’ve had a few hours to go over the harvest from my recent efforts. The light consistent enough to get some really nice, well lit shots. These days I tend to take an attitude about the harvest, there are only three categories I sort my images by, useless, salable and anything I consider a “work of art.” I’ve taken a handful of photographs I would print and frame, many of the rest will produce. I am quite pleased.
If you’ve ever reheated cold coffee because it tastes better, you may have been a sailor. I can’t work at a computer without coffee and here in the cabin one doesn’t waste water. In the Navy, good coffee was day old coffee, anything older tended to rust your barnacles.
The photography has pretty much wound down now. I’m catching up on rest and visiting with Andy and Debbie. Andy and I grew up together as teenagers, he’s probably one of oldest continuous friends in my life minus family members. I think the base wavelengths of our brains haven’t altered so there is still total familiarity, at least from my perspective. We’ve spent the last two days in the SUV together and rehashed every memory from high school days in Kentucky, among other things. Debbie is from Nashville and a delightful lady. She’s been keeping notes about her travels. It’s a very nice feeling knowing that all seems well with my old friend after so many years of not interacting.
Over the years a lot of my friends had little or no interest in the “high school days.” When I graduated high school, I entered the Navy and began a family. I left Kentucky and most of everyone except family. I went to a couple of reunions, 5 & 10th I believe. Never thought about it after that, it was water under the bridge for me. That was 1975 and the years are adding up. My thinking has matured. People are beginning to drop off. Life wouldn’t be complete without going full circle to tie the whole thing together.
I had a piece of Derby Pie with my coffee for breakfast this morning. A gift from Andy and Debbie. Pies seem to be a reoccurring event in my life. I don’t know how that works but I’ll take it. Derby Pie is a pecan pie type thing infused with Kentucky Bourbon. It’s mostly visible to society around the time of the Kentucky Derby, however, those of us from Louisville consider it to be a food group.
I’ve met the day’s major points. Talked to the wife on the phone, bathed, uploaded stock photos and now writing in the blog. Taking Care of Business is playing on the oldies radio station. Radio, iPhone music and boring streaming television is what’s available for background noise. Radio is the choice this morning. I like to not have to fiddle with other things when I’m trying to concoct a blog post.
Here it is. All 537 or so words. That’s an honest writing effort.
Just as good as reheated coffee.