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My New Hometown

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

Inspired partly by Greg Turner‘s fantastic “This Is My Hometown” series and by J-Fin’s mother Dorothy chiding me for not posting enough photos of where I live, I made a point to bring my camera with me while I went to the grocery store today. I didn’t even go the scenic route – just the fastest way :)

From the grocery store, I take a dirt path that winds through some fields and up a hill.

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The path cuts through fields of wheat (I think)…

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The left side has a haphazard fence, but the right side is wide-open, all the way to the fields behind it.

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Parts of the fence are a bit wonky:

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At the top of the fence is a small graveyard, which I didn’t take photos of because there was someone visiting and I didn’t want to disturb them. Then it’s down the hill and on to the roads.

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If you look very closely at the picture above, you’ll see a white building where the road ends. You can either turn left or right. Here’s a close-up of that building:

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I turn left at the this building. Usually, I go behind it and walk along a stream that cuts through the town, but today I stayed on the streets (makes for better photos, like these older-style shutters found here:).

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I’m now only a few blocks from home. This road is a bit more narrow…

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…but it has an apothecary (pharmacy) and a bakery…

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…and even an Italian restaurant!

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And finally, a little piece of traditional architecture:

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I hope you enjoyed the tour!

A Glance Over the Shoulder

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

A Glance Over the Shoulder, originally uploaded by aravis121.

The Player: A Story of Loss

Sunday, June 7th, 2009
The Player

The Player

"We're losing! If only the coach would put me in the game..."

"We're losing! If only the coach would put me in the game..."

"I'm in! Time to turn this game around!"

"I'm in! Time to turn this game around!"

The player trudged through the wet grass, making kick after kick.

The player trudged through the wet grass, making kick after kick.

He blocked shots aplenty.

He blocked shots aplenty.

And every kick he made...

And every kick he made...

...he saw land exactly where he wanted it.

...he saw land exactly where he wanted it.

But it was too late.

His team lost.

His team lost.