Todays Expeditions My mind wanders and it along with the nose of the car have no idea where we are going or how to tell when we get there. I drive the back roads of Cocke County Tennessee. They are mostly gravel and the sound of the tires over that breaks the silence. The trees march down the road lining the pathway to who knows where, certainly not I. Yet I am not lost I know this wandering way will lead to a paved two lane highway somewhere ahead, and I have a full tank of gas and two cameras with extra batteries for each. Funny how things seem to fall into place with little effort on my part. There is a quiet peace here, no hurrying and scurrying about here. Life slows down as does this driver who has placed the term “senior citizen” in the rear view mirror I have no place to be and no particular time to be there, I have reached the age where the calendar is filled with Saturdays. My notice of the months relate to temperature, if its hot its probably summer, if its cold, well you get the picture. But there are special times, Fall is my favorite. I exist in Florida, I live in Tennessee. Tennessee falls are spectacular, the leaves and trees cover the earth in glorious color and I and my cameras live in bliss. Each curve in the country roads bring forth Mother Natures palette with reds and golds, oranges and yellows, the mountains are covered in multi colored quilts. I long for it to be Fall all year long, and I in the Fall of my life want to enjoy every single leaf. My little cabin is a full fledged “man cave”, camera bags on the floor, computer equipment by the recliner at easy reach as are a myriad of attachments and associated equipment. If I was home in Florida I would be hearing, “cant you put this stuff away”, here there is no away, or if it is I dont have a clue where it is and frankly couldnt care less. Hmm I notice theres some dust on my dresser, I will have to use a dust cloth to clean that, that memory chip has but one kilobyte. Its not that I shouldnt clean it, its that I simply dont remember and its importance seems so insignificant in the scheme of things. How much time do I have left, when will the winter of my life arrive, dont know, but this I do know. Happiness is not a clean dresser, happiness is finding an old sagging barn with a woodpile out front with the mountains white tops and the leaves bright colors painting a picture of great beauty, that is important to me I worked hard all my life to make sure my family is going to be Ok when I am gone, and the time I have left is going to be spent driving the back roads with a full tank of gas.
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 05:21:09 +0000
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