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Posts tagged ‘Small Towns’

It’s a Beautiful Time of Year in Alachua County

Yesterday, I set out. A left turn here, a right turn a few miles later, then a U-turn to take a dirt road. I found abandoned/invisible communities, energetic streams, eccentricities. If you click the link below, you SHOULD find yourself at Google’s version of the photos I took as I meandered, with no idea where I was. I love those days. Imagine setting out with no destination, not even a plan to turn onto a road until you see it. Thus was my day.

Let me know if the link works, and if you have a minute, let me know what you think about a one-day trip along a dirt road.

https://plus.google.com/u/0/107423373563189064334/stories/b3a46c52-75c2-3ff3-8ec1-bbace75db7eb14b80dd9206?cfem=1

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New Genre?

Being new to this part of the state, I don’t know if the rain we’ve had is normal or more than normal. It doesn’t bother me, anyway, since the weather is not the boss of me. I do, though, like to get out often to drive the back roads and photograph  secret spots here and yon. It’s a great way to get my imagine headed towards writing. This is a hobby best practiced when the sky is blue, but lately, the sky has not favored this wandering photographer. And so, to see our cloudy days through different eyes, I decided to play up the gloom. I’m now taking rainy-day pictures and categorizing them as Southern Goth. Here are some examples. Expect more as I hone my craft. Stories to follow.Sit a Spell (2) IMG_20150103_160008509_HDR 101_9128 Frowning Church (2) The Sad ChurchIMG_20150103_141856130

Is it possible to be in love with a town?

In September, I moved from the big-city evils of St. Petersburg, FL to the most glorious town in the stateWacahoota Road Micanopy 2014 – High Springs. I’d been coming up to visit a dear friend here on her horse farm. I always said, “I’m gonna live up here one day.”

She said, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Well, when my beloved Golden Retriever, Barbara, passed away, I could no longer live in the house where we’d shared so many happy and horrendous memories. I saw her everywhere I looked. I hated to venture out of the house when she was in my life, and with her gone, I became a recluse. Cried and missed my best friend. She had such great times here. I brought her up here when I knew then end was near, and we had the time of our lives. Road trips, running without a leash in green fields, chasing horses, barking at the big TV.

I knew I had to be here. My house sold four days after I signed with the Realtor. I moved here and feel myself unwinding, letting go of the anxiety and sorrow.

Clear rivers and streams for kayaking. Winding country roads that might lead to an endless field of cotton or big rolls of hay to infinity.

I keep waiting for something bad to happen. God, I miss my dog, but I know she’s with me. She would have wanted me to follow my dream. Something about doing that has released the weight in my soul and psyche. I can sleep! I don’t have to keep the TV on as a way to drown out the sirens and traffic.

Are you living your dream? Do you even have one? It doesn’t have to be something as big as moving away. Dreams come in all sizes. Find yours, and pursue it. Then you’ll know the feeling of and joy and empowerment that comes with knowing YOU (and God, and maybe a special four-legged “child”) dreamed it…then achieved it!

Leaving Big City Blight for Small Town Delight

Ahh…people who say “yes ma’am,” and “yes sir.” People who don’t make obscene gestures part of their daily driving rituals. Miles of trees, green fields, and winding rivers. I’m taking a step to follow my dream by moving to the country next week.

Editing will be easier there. Life is slower, relaxing, and usually without stress. I’m accepting manuscripts for October. Let me know if you’d like a consult.

Small Towns

A Hero Celebrates

Sunday, we had the good fortune to be in Micanopy, FL for a most auspicious occasion.

We stopped to get sweet tea and to listen to some music. A sign on a large table outside read, “Reserved for Ed.” People gathered. Music filled the air, and folks sang along.

The excited anticipation was palpable. After all, it was Ed’s 92nd birthday. After a brief wait, the birthday boy‒a true hero‒arrived.

This proud Marine served in the “Fighting Fourth,” which served 63 days in combat, earning one of the highest reputations for combat. More than 80 percent gave their lives. This unit was active in the Assault on Roi-Namur, Capture and Occupation of Saipan, Capture and Occupation of Tinian, and the Assault and Occupation of Iwo Jima.

Ed’s uniform was crowded with medals and ribbons I didn’t recognize. One I saw and knew right away: The Purple Heart.

I felt honored to shake this man’s hand and thank him for his selfless service to our country. 92 years old. A generation of heroes is dying, but we met one who’s happy to be alive and celebrating in the little town of Micanopy.

Ed's ~ 92nd birthday, Micanopy Florida 2014

Ed’s ~ 92nd birthday, Micanopy Florida 2014