Friday, May 27, 2011
Yeah, that's a Garth Brooks song. Sue me.
I got an email reminder this week that the Carbondale Wild West Rodeo will be starting up June 2nd, and I couldn't be happier. I love spending Thursday nights down there, eating amazing buffalo burgers and brownies, and watching an old school tradition get a new school twist. One of the best things about living in a place like Carbondale is its solid connection to its roots, and rodeo is a part of that. I love wandering through the crowd and hearing the kids saying "Yes Ma'am", "No, Sir", and remembering their please's and thank you's. There is very little sass at a rodeo. Hat's are removed respectfully for the National Anthem, and riders in spurs getting ready for their 8 seconds of reckoning get a little misty while Lee Greenwood sings "God Bless the U.S.A." over the P.A. system. Must be all the dust. And whether it's the smell of manure and hay mixing sweetly with the wood smoke, like the county fair in Upper Michigan every September, or the way everyone seems to smile at each other, for me it's like being home for a couple of hours a week. And maybe that is why, more than any other reason, I can't stay away.
Jeff and I honeymooned in Belize, and more than any other images I find myself returning to these again and again. Maybe it's the memories I associate with them, or the depth of the colors from the surrounding jungle, but they bring me a sense of place like few others. To quote the Great Gonzo (yes, I'm quoting Gonzo), "I'm going to go back there someday..."
Thursday, March 31, 2011
It occurred to me last night, as I sorted through images to put up in the office, (minus my darling husband, who is already featured everywhere else in the house), that I have a beautiful picture that I took of so many of the people who I love. There are exclusions...which makes me want to buy plane tickets and get shots of the ones I've missed...that would be a lot of plane tickets...