Monday, June 6, 2005

Two Ways ...

I walk two paths every evening, in my hour just before sunset, two paths that occupy the same space, the same time, two realities, one walk. 

Path One:

In the slanted golden light that is my time, evening time, just me and the boys and the birds and whatever is growing or singing in that magic hour time, I walk.  Wading now through the front hayfeild that has grown waist high and glorious, stems heavy with seed, red-winged blackbirds bursting into the air ahead of me while I head towards the June woods.  Cowhead, Wild Dog Of The Woodland (pictured above) leads the way, sniffing the air for danger or after dinner snackies he leads his dog pack into the danger of darkening treeline.  Along the woods path we creep searching, for whatever may be lurking. Then across the bridge ...

Path two:

The fella was late getting started on his way to an auction, a friend of a friend had the misfortune of blowing a tire and the great good fortune of blowing that tire just down the road from us. He had a spare tire, but no spare rim so he pulled his car into the shop and we pulled the shredded tire and rim off of his car -- put the new tire on the rim that the shredded tire was on and then back on his car. Sigh.  Then a new light on the tail of the trailer that the fella was toting to an auction and dinner and a shower and "your suitcase is packed" and a quick dinner and "your reservation and maps and all that you need on your trip is in the truck" and a quick hug and "off you go" and it is eight PM, and "safe trip" and the dogs are barking, wanting their walkies and the light is going and ...

Man, I am tired.  And dirty. I stink.  Wow was it hot today or what?  Walkies, woods and bugs! Uggh! Bug Spray!  Deep Woods Off, at least that will cover the stench of dirt and sweat gathered over the afternoon.  Won't do a thing about the way that I look, all cover ed with dust and grease, but me and the dogs and walkies and "who cares?" So we head toward the front field, swarms of bugs swirl around my head and "oh hell! How deep can this grass get?  What if I step on a snake or something dead?"  ...

One path really, two views.  Glass half full or half empty -- mostly, I say, almost always, almost always both at the same time.

3 comments:

shaz19743 said...

Im in love .....thats gotta be the cuddliest , shaggiest, wise looking ole retriever ive ever seen ....i gotta get me some therapy for my obsession with not having a dog as a kid lol
When i read your tales of your nights in the fields ....walking , exploring , seeing im there....im right there thousands of miles away from here , from city life , from the plastic/24/7/concrete/grey/airconditioned/self obsessed city life , and it seems like a wonderland .
We all see different things in other peoples landscapes ....sometimes we take our own for granted too i guess....no doubt theres times that wonderland has its bad days too , its pitfalls , its plus points .
All i know is the more i hear about it the more i wanna be in a place just like it .
Thanks for giving me a window on a farm house to look out of mary .

shadp said...

Two paths, two views? It's all a matter of packaging really - presentation. Offer someone a sausage lying in a puddle of orange juice at the bottom of a chamber pot - would they eat it? There's always a flip side - but which side you choose depends on how you see it I guess.

David.

delela1 said...

As always, a visit to your journal is a delight.  A refreshment for the eyes and the soul as well.  Keep writing, and taking those pictures.  You have the eye for photos and the mind/soul for writing.
~Dona