I needed to clear my head and heart. I needed to reassess my place in the infinite cosmos. I needed to think of how I fit into the grand ocean of time. I also needed to drop off my dry cleaning.
So, I took a camera or two along for the journey.
I saw things. A spiderweb worth noticing.
And I was so busy noticing the web that I almost missed what was behind the web.
On the birdbath.
A hawk. What type of hawk, I do not know. A quick google search of birds of prey in Texas lead me to a frustrating set of photos with no identifiers for what type of bird of prey I was looking at. So, once again, technology has failed me and I am left simply saying, I saw a hawk.
And I had no telephoto lens with me. So, I left and took pictures of flowers.
And buildings.
And this sight.
And of course, this can only mean that I Scotsman moved to the island and decided to never leave. “Aye’ll not be needing me luggage t’any longer.” And they simply chunked it. I am also fully aware that the previous sentence does not read like a Scotsman, but I should have mentioned that it was obviously a Scotsman who had spent considerable time in Ireland.
Finally, I came across a fairly ordinary house.
What caught my eye was the cowboy altar/totem/sacrificial pole by the grass covered driveway. Not sure what they were going for but damn if they didn’t get to somewhere weird.
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Professor Houk, former student of yours here.
I’ve come across your posts for some time now and admire your photography work. It wasn’t until today that I took the time to browse through the rest of your blog. Your writings and shared poetry are delightful.
You moved to the island. Must be a whole different world. It’s been eight years but I hope the name rings a bell and that this message finds you in good health.
Angie Brown