I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
This photo is an almost exact rendition of the Mississippi slough where my first love kept his skiff, a hunting and fishing skiff. It was one of the first places we went together and we spent many days on the Mississippi, swimming, fishing, boating. It’s where our families gathered in boathouses for meals and drank not a few beers. (The river is a natural coolant in summer.) Our dogs ran on those beaches, our children learned to swim against the current, and we learned together how to launch our boats. The best of days—river born.
Home again, home again…
I’ve returned from a brief sojourn in Columbus, Clintenville. Tula and I went to visit my daughter and Sullivan (my grandog). We had a most lovely time and adventure on the boat, visiting small beaches, swimming in Alum Park Lake, having sandwiches delivered to a dock for lunch. Pictures should have been taken no doubt, but weren’t. It’s difficult for me to take photos in the midst of things as it can take you so outside of the moment or moments you are enjoying. That means photos will have to come in some future to be named later. When we do a drive by on the way to other things. When the intention is to take photos and that itself is the purpose.
Meanwhile, photos from Artistic Nature as we move on in this summer of heat and shimmer, sun and shade.