Downtown, by Petula Clark
I'm actually quite pleased
with myself with the progress I making on the image scan project I'm
doing with all my photographs. However, I'm having the same problem I
have when I try to arrange my small but interesting library of books
is that I wander into one volume after another and sort of lose
Track of what my end goal is which is arranging my books. The same is
happening now with photographs as I wander through the different
images each sparks different historical references in my brain and
soon I'm off on tangents carried back to other points in time where
there is no social distancing.
The image I have chosen at
the top of this posting stopped me in my tracks today when I was
going through images. This image was taken just a few weeks before
the accident which so remarkably changed my life in 1966. In the
image my brother and his wife who would been visiting from North
Carolina for a week or so was packing up getting ready for the return
trip. The cars parked in front of our house on our little farm their
in Boise, Idaho. Notice my hair, the closest thing to a Beatle
haircut that I could manage at that point in time. Physically I was
probably at the high point of my life. I was ready to start high
school, is going to work out in gymnastics and of course wrestle
which I did fairly well. Wrestling would be totally different on the
high school level but I'm sure I would've done all right. I was
pretty confident as any teenage boy is. I kind of had a girlfriend, I
had a motorbike and a license to drive as well as a method of
starting my older brother's bike (which is what got me in all the
problem of disability). I was even starting my first real job I was
on top of the world. This image I think captures this point better
than any of the things my life. This image shows the yard I had to
mow every week on Saturday. The bushes on the other side of the swing
set by the lilac bushes I wrote about last week. On the other side of
those bushes is one of the fields of hay that we raised for cattle we
milked and raised for meat. The whole hay gathering process is quite
a task and we did a 3 to 4 times a year over the summer
months.”Downtown” the song by Petula Clark was on the radio and
made me feel good every time I heard it as it does now.
Today I processed between
10 and 20 images over the course of the day. I know it's not a lot
but it is kind of slow going because when I scan one the images on to
the hard drive I have to edit each photo to make sure I take off all
them edges that takes a bit of time. The process is slow if it's
going to be done right. Then I usually knock off around three
afternoon because my new shows start at that point time on NPR. So
between NPR local and national news on the TV and making dinner
that's usually the end of my days progress on the photo project. So
far however I'm keeping my focus and because of social distancing
there's nothing else going on in my life so I'm glad to have
something to do and well the part of the record of my existence…
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