Between the water and the word
There stood a mile of wood
Brother Eubanks would wax long
Long after our thoughts had turned
to water
This photograph is from the last visit Melanie and I made up to Hopewell
to visit with the Shining Congregation. We took Rocky along our old Golden Retriever to swim in the Suwannee at Cone Bridge. He enjoyed that.
We took the oil lanterns with us in hopes of capturing the inside of the church in a golden glow.
I could never get enough glow from them, so in the end resorted to an orange diffuser over the flash.
I told Melanie, if everytime we got it right, we would have no excuse to return.
So before long, perhaps in the fall when things cool and the myriads of biting varments are dormant, we will return and give it another shot.
I'm becoming attached to your blog, John Stokes. The world you describe is one that is completely foreign to me. I'm moved and interested by the history of your family who have lived for so many generations in one place. Whenever I've taken an English friend on road trips across America she has always asked me to take her off the beaten track, which I do anyway, because, she says, "I can see just how diverse and wonderful the real America is."
ReplyDeleteThe beaten and backward are the roads I dwell upon as well. Though I describe a family of generations...I am but a stranger to my own land, having no dwelling of an lasting value...The old home place I grew up on, my father in his latter years, sold and it was torn down...The old home place in Mississippi remains,but it too was sold. And so I write and photograph of things gone. I live with them in my memory.
ReplyDeleteThanks though for the feedback, as you are well aware...we often go weeks in our thoughts and work..and it is helpful every now and then to connect out there...
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