We were packed into our rental car, blazing through Monticello, Ga. when we passed this sign. And I'm not sure why, but it kicked off this train of thought in my head about how, being human, you're always that babe in the woods. Clueless. The instant you think you have anything figured out, you plunge deeper into the labyrinth. You look around - everyone's trying to figure out the basic questions of existence and coming up short. So damn many have desperation in their eyes. And among the most desperate are those claiming to know some kind of magical way out of the predicament. Only a few seem at peace. And what's their angle, anyway? Do they know? Are they resigned? Faking it? Are they stoned? The whole thing is fragile and quaking...and then north of Monticello it started to rain cats & dogs.
28 March 2011
Since Holiday was born, I've become more of a reader than a writer. Less of a song & dance man, if you know what I mean. Sometimes I look out my window and the clouds are spilling lightning bolts all over earth. Other times, I go out and everything's a dewy hydrangea.
26 March 2011
Last week we - all four of us - traveled to Georgia, where we bedded down in this quasi-mystical Pine Mountain cabin for a few nights and visited with family before heading to the upper Piedmont, playing Highway 61 Revisited the whole way. Not visible in this foto: The Japanese magnolias erupting hyperbolic purple. And the climbing wisteria. And daffodils-a-go-go. Even some burning azeleas, too.
It was good to be back home.