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Concession

Razored2

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As I drove, I could see the anvil clouds and lightning flashes off to the south of my route.  For most of my trip, I kept hoping that the rains would stay down that way, since my path was pretty much due west, and maybe I’d get out of this ridiculous flytrap truck before I had to rely on the windshield wipers again. [It is not so much that the wiperblades were bad, as it was that I’d got sufficient bugs splattered on the windshield as to make lots of translucent smears when the wipers were in operation…]

StormlightSunsetESDusk and farmland.  Stripey clouds in changing colors.

Ominous signs that this or that 260 acres were available for “development”. The thunk and rattle of the now-empty truck box. Are they called truck boxes?  It’s the box part of the truck… Cargo area?

Drive, drive, chase the fading light all the way home….

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So there were five, and three immediately got homes when it came time for them to stop living under our back steps.  The two gingers are being fostered, and I am sure they will be fine, because the amount of adorable they generated was quite impressive, and hand-tamed kittens are typically easier placements than adult cats.  I’ll check with the rescue to find out how they fare.

In the meantime, though, here is our new kitty:

Oh, hai...  Can you make the grass move again, so I can kill it some more?

Oh, hai… Can you make the grass move again, so I can kill it some more?

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These blooms have kept their charm for a hundred years….

WhiteRosePinkSilkBrocadeThanks to the selvage on some of these fabrics, I even know where this was most likely made: Skinner’s Silk Mill, in Holyoke, MA.  The next time I’m in the Pioneer Valley section of MA, I’ll have to visit Wisteriahurst and see what their archives have…

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Local colors

LocalsceneYou know how it is when one thing just blurs into another….

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StippleStoneworkRusting gears, limestone fretwork; one set of things is missing the rest of its machinery, and the other is missing the bulk of the architecture to which it used to belong.  Maybe the rest was part of a filling apparatus at a chocolate factory.  Maybe the rest of the building was brick, or greystone, or whatever rocks were handy 150 years ago.  Probably there had been some sacred purpose; maybe people walked beneath these curves to weddings, baptisms, funerals….and then one day they couldn’t.  It was over. [More stuff I can’t fix.]

But put these remnants together, in one image, we get something at least pleasing to the eyes.  Maybe it’s just my eyes?

There’s something appealing about the fact that the true colors here belong to the part of the image you can’t really see.

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