Tuesday, November 10

a drive






it seems that my head is in the clouds, i drove around the beautiful country side today. it is all beautiful that is the problem i get distracted. i thought about so much even though the audio played in the car, i found myself lost in the past and the future. somethings are just slightly out of reach others are tucked away for safe keeping.

as a child i loved our drives, i am just like my mom that way, her escape was a car ride. i can re collect many of our drives most done in silence, sometimes with don Henley playing on the radio. i remember the barns, farm houses, i remember a collapsed barn was as pretty as one standing. today on my drive i seem to mourn the fallen ones, perhaps afraid that the scenes that played out in my childhood will only be played one day with my eyes closed.

10 comments:

Beverly Ash Gilbert said...

So beautiful and yet so sad that the barn was allowed to fall down. But that truck is fabulous! Love the color play of rusts...

One Love Photo said...

beauty. just lovely!

Gigi said...

Such beautiful photos. It's heartbreaking that this old barn has been left to collapse, but your photos of it honor its past.

It's funny, I wrote a post yesterday about going for drives with my dad when I was a kid. Something about November does this to me, makes me mourn what we've lost: landscapes, nature, people. And then tomorrow's Veterans Day and that gets wrapped up into it, too, for me.

I could ramble about this all not. Thanks for making me think and feel. xo

Jane Flanagan said...

Beautiful post and images. In the last year, I've noticed that more of my hope is replaced with nostalgia.I used to drive around and imagine leaving my imprint everywhere. Now I imagine it continuing just so, indifferent to me. I know that sounds depressed, but it's not to me. It just feels like the way it ought to be.

all you need is love said...

oh how i love all of your photos!

Gigi said...

Thank you for your amazing comment. Sometimes the deepest melancholy can hit during the moments of profoundest joy. I don't think that's a bad thing, though. Perhaps it's just a balance that needs to be struck.

All best,
Gigi

daysofserendipity said...

It is such a pleasure to drive without aim, to take the most obscure roads, and just be alone in the vast, beautiful world.

Ann Marie said...

what lovely photos! that fallen barn is quite haunting...i mourn for it, yet am grateful for the reminder of impermanence. i love your description of your drives, now and as a child. driving is indeed an escape...i just realized, after reading your post, that i do the same thing...now i am aware of it. ha!

Aran said...

i love car rides too and discovering new corners and spots. what a beautiful country side. i wish we had that around us.

Wendy said...

Lovely memories and photos.