Archive for January, 2008

New Hobby

January 28, 2008

I’ve started cross-stitching again after not it for about 15 years.  I just finished my first piece on Saturday.  Here it is – Cirque des Cercles!


Going Home.

January 4, 2008

In April, I took a trip back to Evening Shade, AR – my hometown.  I hadn’t spent any meaningful amount of time there in many, many years.  The people are the same – just older, the feel of the place is the same – comfortable, but I couldn’t help but notice that some parts of town were a little more worn than I remembered.  It was hard for me to see so many store fronts on Main Street boarded up… Grady’s Grocery is gone…  The video store is gone…  The school has been annexed and I can’t help but wonder, especially with this most recent blow to the place, how many more times I’ll be able to go home and still find my “town” in tact.  I spent an afternoon while I was there, walking around photographing “downtown”.  Here are a few…


As I was going through these photos, I was reminded of Mary Chapin-Carpenter’s song, I Am A Town:

I’m a town in Carolina, I’m a detour on a ride
For a phone call and a soda, I’m a blur from the driver’s side
I’m the last gas for an hour if you’re going twenty-five
I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind

I am peaches in September, and corn from a roadside stall
I’m the language of the natives, I’m a cadence and a drawl
I’m the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade, where the boys have left their beer cans

I am weeds between the graves.

My porches sag and lean with old black men and children
Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfill them
I am a town.

I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I’m a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age; I am not your destination
I am clinging to my ways
I am a town.

I’m a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields
I’m an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and “Southern Serves the South”
I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on the rural route
I am a town
I am a town
I am a town