|This door photo did not make the cut.|
Sunday is rain and that one CD. You know the one. The whole album is a serenade. And couch and pillow and blanket. It's a little work, a little family. A big announcement and Little Bird and Sweetie. It's breakfast of biscuits and sausage and eggs and grits and butter and Mrs. Blackburn's syrup. It's a hike when you think I want to laugh.
Oh no. Never mind. I know how that goes. I'm usually the brunt of that joke.
So I call her and she tells me about Ms. Grannie, and wa la Ms. Grannie is funny.
Today I am grateful for a story, to hear a friend laugh, to laugh. For rain and thunder and breakfast and couch and pillow. I am grateful for the blueberries and the nuts. I am grateful for the muted light and how I can tell myself, It's okay. You don't have to pick up your camera everyday.
Keep it in the bag.
On Ken Flynt's photo LP sent this: It's the door of the motel room in which country-rock musician Gram Parsons died of an alcohol-morphine overdose outside his favorite Joshua Tree National Park in 1973. Parsons and Chris Hillman had left The Byrds and founded The Flying Burrito Brothers. Parsons was a romantic pair with Emmy Lou Harris and made many recordings with her. After his body was discovered, friends stole the body and took it to the desert at Joshua Tree where they attempted to burn it - in accordance with Parson's wishes. All that resulted was a flash fire and some charred remains.