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Teresa & Rylan
[after they finished with their shopping, Teresa and Rylan make a pit stop at her apartment]
R. --- You got anything to drink in here?
T. --- Soda's are in the fridge. [she heads toward the back room] I'm gonna go put these bags away then I'll drive you back to your place.
R. --- Hey! ...Thanks for letting me stash the gifts here. You're a good friend, you know that!
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Part of F2K, Vol. 8
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A somber pic prior to the demise
(was done using GIMP when I didn't have PS after my desktop went t*t's up)
This road, so much the same, so different at once is like memory lane, and a history lesson; all in one.
Behind me is a great avenue of English elms on the frontage of "The Briars", surely a reference to "The Old Country". Across the road is "Sharrow"; South Yorkshire, not.
To my left is a great line of untended hawthorn. They remind me of my mother's country, the dirt tracks and lanes to my grandparents place —clinging to the edge of nowhere — cold as in winter, baking in summer, and as warm as a hug from Nanna anytime. I was the one who knocked out the bricks that brought down the chimney — the last built thing — before we moved them into town.
I don't remember any evidence that the hedges on this side of the world were ever properly laid. I'm always sad to see those in the homeland of these ones grubbed out. But the road goes ever on. My sentiments aren't ever consulted ahead of these actions.
Monochrome? Yes, well it was back then. The road threw up clouds of dust and by this time of year the once green hawthorns were a uniform dun colour. It was so fine that you'd choke on the stuff. The sky was like this — bigger — but without the contrails despite being within cooee of the aerodrome. They still cut the wheat the old fashioned way, with a machine that bound the sheaves that those walking behind raised into stooks; even before the Sunshine Harvester. I was on the edge, between the uncertain past and the inevitable future.
Not so long ago, this road was a dirt track. Progress? Why do we need to hurry? There's a new future I discussed with The Painter, and one of the attendees for tea on ANZAC Day. The Painter swapped the big petrol Mercedes for a little EV, not a hybrid. Their pace has changed. Now a road trip is from charger to charger, and a break with a cuppa every so often; like when I was young and the journey that takes just over two hours now once took six. The company for tea came in a diesel van. They're a bit younger than The Painter. But the last words we exchanged as they left was how they were keenly watching the EV van market for the diesel's replacement. The same topic arose. They were actually looking forward to lowering the pace; punctuating the journey, relaxing about the destination, restoring the past; being less tense.
On Friday, the dreamed of photovoltaic revolution of the 1970s will arrive. In the 50s/60s I was promised a nuclear powered flying car. I've given up waiting; that's passed into the past. I'll get a big three-phase battery, and electrons for free. As I watched TV coverage of La Doyenne — the Liege-Bastogne-Liege cycling race — I couldn't help but notice how even in NE Belgium the roofs are bedecked with solar panels. I'm clearly behind the game. But the momentum is overtaking the past, the competition is tense, and change, it seems, has its own ideas.
Meanwhile, the past just pootles along as a reminder of why the bits of it that survive weren't bad ideas after all.
those ain't my bones unknown out there, not my teeth scattered out there like a broken necklace. mice ain't making a nest in my jacket elbow. sow bugs ain't sleeping under what's left of my shoes. blackbirds ain't playing tug of war with tufts of my hair. rattlesnakes ain't sleeping in my last resting place.
(Sesshu Foster, Atomik Aztex)
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My niece got married last Saturday. This is a little brfore leaving the house for the ceremony, a little tense in anticipation. My IPhone was there to capture the moment.
Same subject, another note: It has been a long party since last Thursday. The last guests coming from all over Brazil and some from the US, many staying with us, just left with me four lbs heavier than five days ago. Have today to go out and catch a minimalist photo for the challenge.