Sunday, December 7, 2008
Things I See On My Walk
This is the old shack that I wrote about In The Secret Message of Wallpaper back in July. I thought about poking my head into it today, but I'm a bit worried that a person may have taken up residence and spread out a sleeping bag during this chilly weather in one of the rooms that still has a floor.
Or that a fox is raising her cubs. Or something. I love old, falling-in houses on an existential level, but they scare me a little bit, too. There's something so sad about the lack of life in a place where there once was life.
A corpse, of sorts, I suppose.
Which naturally leads me to this picture:
This is an old graveyard which lies right beside one of the roads I walk. I didn't see it for months when I first started this route. It's not until winter comes and the underbrush thins out that you can see the headstones from the road. I wonder where the church was, because surely there was one nearby. Almost all the names are related in one way or another and I find it beautiful there- such a tiny resting place, the graves laid out so neatly in two straight rows. A surprising number of the graves hold people who lived to be into their eighties and even nineties. I think you had to be tough to live in Lloyd, back in the nineteenth century. I wonder if any of the people buried there ever lived in my house. Some of them predate it. It was (and is) such a small place that I am sure it's quite possible.
And then there's Lloyd Creek, running it's way through the old woods a few hundred yards from where Edward and Clara sleep. I've written about the creek before. Here and here. It's so beautiful down there and quiet. The water was a bit higher today because we've had rain recently but sometimes it's a tiny trickle and sometimes it's a bit more roaring. Today it was a nice silently running creek, making its way through the white sand with the trees above it.
I'm always happy down by that creek.
What is about water that calms the soul and soothes the heart?
I don't know but it's a sort of magic I am grateful for.
So that's it. These are a few of the things I see when I walk. I walked slowly today, considering what I should take pictures of. Maybe next time I'll take pictures of some of the trash and the truck stop which I also see, neither of them quite as picturesque, but interesting, nonetheless.
It's a beautiful Sunday here in Lloyd. And Mr. Moon is back. He didn't shoot a thing because he didn't see any deer he thought worth bringing home from Tennessee but he had a good time.
I think he's happy to be back, too.
It's nice to have him home.