August 04, 2005
Every time I redesign this site I always end up falling back to white on white. The comfort zone, I guess, of the boy who became a man with his head stuck between the white pages of a thousand books. The result maybe of growing up heartland America, that seep of white on white farmers with their square corn fields and carefully graveled roads. Wives in dirty pickup trucks, emerging through the dust of a freshly baled hay field at noon, fresh and clean, delivering lunch. Games of Kick The Can and tag, smiles of laughing children revealing oversized, white teeth, shirts peeled off to reveal even whiter stomachs and chests. Lightning bugs. The pull of a full white moon. Sheets at the end of the day, stiff and clean, glowing white in the dark, keeping me safe through the night.
An American dream long forgotten with the crude abundance of Walmart’s and McDonalds. I think I shall wash my sheets and hang them out to dry and relish the scent of fresh air.
Haven’t thought of Kick the Can in ages..although surrounded now by teens we may just reawaken a past memory as the sun goes down leaving golden shadows upon the lawn.
I enjoy your entry’s daily. Thanks for sharing.
How odd. Not thirty minutes ago I was cleaning out old emails and came across the only email you’d ever sent me, months and months ago, when I had mistakenly sent you something in error, thinking you were another Jill.
I should have saved the address for her photo gallery, I thought. I would have liked to go back there. But like so many other things, it’d been swept out the door and appeared lost forever. I didn’t even know if you still took time to stop by and read. Apparently you do, and thank you, by the way, for the kind words.
And I will not misplace the address a second time. Your photography is wonderful. Pictures that capture stories. I looked around your gallery quickly just now, and will be contacting you about using a few of your images here on this site to accompany some of my own stories. I think words and pictures make excellent companions. The ease in which the two can be brought together is maybe my favorite thing about keeping a weblog.
Anyway, I’m glad you wrote.