I was reminded of a memory by FaceBook of a Smilebox I’d created back in the early days of my membership to that social media site. Little did I know then that I’d captured several doors and some winter scenes to boot. I did you all a favor and removed the music. I find that it isn’t as appealing to everyone else’s taste. So you’re welcome 🙂
Hope you enjoy this slice of Missouri of February 2011.
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This week, share a photograph that signifies transitions and change to you. It can be the very beginning of a phase, or the very end. As you pick up your lens, explore the ways in which a single photograph can express time, while only showing us a small portion of any given moment.
I’m choosing a recent moment from this past weekend at my neice’s wedding. All eyes are upon you at that transitional moment in time where you become The Mr. and Mrs.
All our love and blessings to you both!!
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We took a road trip one weekend to pay our respects to my husband’s family. This was during a busy fall weekend, around this same time of year. The nearest town was celebrating with Civil War reenactments and a festival. Beyond that a few more miles was our destination. A 100-year-old-or-more country church where his family had attended and the adjoining family plot. The road to the church and cemetary had one way in and one way out. The old church was still in use and there were sawhorse tables outdoors probably waiting for pot luck dinners and that were left out year round. No indoor plumbing and very limited electricity.
We had our 2 daughters with us and they were both under age 10 at the time. The surrounding area was very remote and very pretty with the trees all turning. But my husband kept telling me he felt like we were being watched as we went around reading the names of the departed and finding those familiar to us. He also told me he noticed a distinct aroma and that he had a feeling we had better not stick around there much longer. ( I now have to come clean and admit I thought he was over-reacting) It was nearing dusk and time to start heading back home anyway so we all loaded back up in the car.
That one road out was met with a pick-up truck of 3 men. My husband, being a law enforcement officer, told me to tell the girls in the back seat to duck their heads down and hold on. We then took a little detour down a ditch and around the pick-up. Clearly it was blocking the road intentionally. I was not sure why on earth he’d leave a perfectly fine road like that and possibly ask them to let us by? The word indignant would sum up my attitude about the whole situation.
My WordPress Photo Challenge entry this week will explain why we needed to leave there in such a manner.
In short, if you ever travel into the backwoods of Southern Missouri and smell a little corn mash cookin, best be quick about your business and don’t stop to ask questions.
Just to set the record straight, that is a picture of Legally purchased ‘Shine’ and will only be ingested in very small quantities.
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