My friend and fellow (way better) blogger Dana commented that she enjoys it because you can imagine yourself in a different time. There are long stretches where you can't see anything that would give away the year you are in. I really enjoyed playing that game today while walking the rails. Roxi loves it too, and we stay in sync with each other as I try to get a stride that matches the ties (nearly impossible) and she wanders back and forth the tracks, just ahead of me.
Is it 1931 or 2011?
I find myself astounded by everything around me. Little treasures here and there...
The sound is even amazing! Today was very windy and a dry 80 degrees; tornado watch weather. It was delightful and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees was music to my ears. The sound those high winds make blowing through the power lines was wicked, like an instrument. To be more accurate, it reminded me of the rising vocal chorus at the start of Motley Crue's "Shout At The Devil". I wish I could have recorded it, you wouldn't believe it otherwise!
The afternoon sun made theatrical lighting; all the new spring growth glowed that fresh, young green.
Here is a Pitt Bull carcass lying in the middle of the tracks. Did he get run over or dumped off here? Roxi was only slightly interested and seemed nonplussed by the mummified corpse of one of her own.
I have quite a bit going on this year and I find the more I do, the more I have to do more. It's necessary for me to have a nature escape from this city I live in. I'm really appreciating my ability to move through this physical plane in this handy body I've been given. It's an easy thing to take for granted, especially after winter hibernation.I can get to this place in a 9 minute walk from my front door! I was brought up to find nature anywhere I live. I need an escape where I can recharge, get grounded, loose myself in thought, loosen up, sweat, commune with the world around me.
As I write this I'm sitting on my front porch in the dark, listening to the owls socialize.
I have lived this day to the fullest! What more can I ask?
3 comments:
YES!! I love your ponderings. We are so much alike! I am so happy you are finding all this for yourself again! Love it!
Hey D Dawg. This rocks my world. I reeeeaaaalllly wish I was there to walk the tracks with you. I get a spooky exhilarated feeling on days like that. Some of my favorite moments of this post are the comparsion of the wind in the powerlines to Motley Crew vocals (you rock out with your crock out, Dusti!), the sentence that went something like: "Roxi seemed nonplussed by the mumified corpse of one of her one..." or something along those lines, and your deeply rooted appreciation for your physical self. Excellent stuff this is, and I would beg to differ about my superiority as a blogger- course you were probably just offering a timeless dose of good ole-fashioned southern generosity. Thank god we live in the south and know about these things, by the way. And thank god for black and white photos of your beautiful canine friend on the railroad. Thanks for the great post!
Dana, I wish you were here to rock out on the tracks with me too!
I seriously regard your blogging as the best. What you write about and the way you express it is a breath of fresh perfection for this here fan. You inspire me more than you can know!
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