A somewhat frequent description of ordinary life on the edge of the Washington DC cityscape and political-scape from the perspective of someone who's only recently flown in.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Blurry Photos
Cell phones don't make the best cameras when it's dark and as glazed as a frozen doughnut. But here is what mine captured earlier this morning (the marriage of Mac and Cell is saved . . . see my previous post!).
I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.