city butch loves her country road

Hello girls,

I hope you are all well,

I have been busy,

well,

not really more,

busy,

than usual but,

things,

on my mind,

practising,

the art of slow reading,

which means I am reading less.

🙂

Learning how to shoot pics,

in raw,

which means my photographs,

have kind of sucked,

recently,

but,

hey,

you got learn,

right?

I’m sticking to,

my schedule,

mostly.

I’m glad Fall is here,

the warm and sunny,

the cool and rainy,

the colours,

the time of year I love.

This week,

I have been in a melancholic state,

the Fall,

makes me long,

for people and places of my past,

weird,

school connotations,

I guess,

and,

it makes me want to listen,

to country music,

folk music.

Odd that,

me an oh so city,

urban butch,

and,

yet,

play me,

Take Me Home Country Road,

or,

Did She Mention My Name,

and,

I am nostalgic for something,

that I have never,

truly known,

the woods and tranquility,

the rural and small townishness,

of the country.

I went to Summer camp,

we had a cottage,

for a while as a family,

some good memories,

but,

brief and fleeting,

coupled with some,

not so great ones,

also sparse,

and,

yet,

a part of me,

a couple of heartstrings,

responds,

very strongly,

to acoustic guitars,

mandolins,

fiddles,

three part harmony,

and,

I sing along,

thank God I’m a country boy,

with John Denver,

yep,

no sense,

weird.

I hear country music,

and,

all of a sudden,

I feel like felling trees,

and,

harvesting,

pumpkins.

I remember Francoys,

never got my love,

of folk and country,

to him it was simplistic,

mind you, he was no music connaiseur,

but,

I could never really explain it,

the stuff just speaks to me,

and,

strangely enough,

clears my mind for other things.

Just some thoughts.

Well,

off to survey monkey.

Be well, all of you.

Later girls,

BB