Store At The Corner Of Main & Oblivion
Somewhere in a forgotten part of back-country Utah, this structure was once the general store of a long since faded away mining camp. Nothing else remains except scattered worthless rubble. I could make a wild guess that the rest of the settlement was of wood and was either stripped of material when the mines played out, or burned down, or just faded back into the earth from which it came.
I drive on.
FROM “PONDERING”.
The Old Gazebo…
Winter. Late afternoon.
The beach is empty. The air is grey-blue.
The ocean is grey-silver, scattered with foamy white waves.
At the high-tide mark is a long wooden, railed walkway leading to
an old gazebo perched on top of the highest dune.
Inside the gazebo is a picnic table with benches.
Under the table is a pair of small deck shoes.
Between the shoes is an empty styrofoam coffee cup.
The most interesting thing is on the table. An open book.
The pages on the left are flapping lightly with the breeze.
The pages on the right are clipped together by a pen.
They struggle to move with the wind..
On that first page on the right is a single handwritten line.
In the most delicate and precise penmanship. It says…
“I am going home”
Did Gerard do this? It is wonderful!
From 2006—–http://beauvoirglass.blogspot.com/2006/
Some great material in these pages. Some deep thoughts-“musings” to be enjoyed.
beauvoirglass is from our very own contributor Jean
ya’ll are making me blush a bit.
Cut ALL the welfare and there will be immediate and very heavy outbound traffic at all borders.
As long as bait is available parasites will be attracted.