Day: June 18, 2010

I measure life by Kinney Road, an emotional place. Where I took my first photo. Where I lost my life. Where I found it again.

It is soothing to look up and see Bartleby and his mom sitting up in the pasture, taking in the sights. She is a good mom, and they are always near one another. The world seems right.

Thick fog shrouded the farm this morning, as Maria and I began to came down off the intense high of a marriage. Now, up to my neck in money, health care, insurance stuff like everybody else. Life is America gets more complex by the day, and there is paperwork and bureaucracy to getting married. We will continue our own celebration of life anew.

My road, morning fog. The honeymoon’s over and we are both a bit blue.  Honeymoons are special, and since neither of us expect to ever marry again, the return to normal life – bills, the farm, chores, work – feels a bit like going back to school at the end of summer. Except it’s not an ending, but a beginning. The rest of our lives. So I got up at 5 a.m. this morning to catch the fog on my road. Was worth it.

This was one of the great weeks of my life, and I’m very grateful for it.