July 29, 2010

Rolling on the River

A mid-July trip down a lazy and low southern river. This is what summertime is meant to be. The air was humid, the water cool, the fishing terrible, and the company superb.




Even with minimal effort we made excellent time.





Celebrating our journey.


I think the heat was beginning to get to them.

I wrote this for a literary journal at my college a few years ago. Since it's about the same river I thought it would be appropriate to include it.

Powell Observations

The heron and the osprey are the only souls that pay me mind. They fly farther down the bank, until they grow tired and quickly retreat to their nests. To everything else I’m just part of the river. Like a log or some neglected item that got washed away. My orange plastic boat moves with the currents. Bobbing past rocks and rolling over eddies. On occasion a fish will match my speed, and I can watch it dart effortlessly through its clear cool world. As I navigate the shallows under the bridge the morning doves hardly flutter. They are more impressed with the heat than with my presence. I am part of the river, I can read its motions, and I can see its smallest details. The take out comes into view, and I start to become part of the real world again. I’ll be back, as soon as the next break comes. I’ll be back. As soon as I can.

July 10, 2010

A walk down Cumberland Avenue.


I was in the mood to shoot a few pictures and clear my mind so I thought this was the place to be. I really hope the current revitalization efforts have great success. This downtown area has huge potential.


Three totally different doors within 20 feet of each other. Interesting.






This is just a great building in general.


When red meets blue.


I never see the strap when I check the shot on my camera. Oh well. One day I'll get as good at this as Mr. Huntington.


I hope there's an apartment upstairs, and I can live there.


Those are some great looking chops.


There's no reason this should be empty.


Home.


I want windows like this in my house.


Nellie suffering the wrath of southern vegetation.


Shades' alley seating.


A little bit of an escape from the heat.


Everyone could learn a thing or two.




4th


I trip to Asheville via Charlotte.


I had to stop in and see Bruce.


Charlotte has the best graffiti I've seen in NC.


This is how I imagine all fire stations should be.


At one point we got kind of turned around down in NoDa.


Awesome mural.


Just awesome.


Now it's time to head back into the mountains.


The grittier side of camp life.



Camp ivy


Why I miss working at a summer camp.


Asheville fireworks. Goodtimes.


A true American patriot.


This one reminds me of space.


Something about fireworks makes me feel like a 10 year old. Always amazed.


The next morning I walked around downtown and found this alley way. Someone has put their heart into this.


Asheville.