That first photograph, that trail into the woods... somehow simultaneously so quaint and so spooky! The dappled light coming through the trees on the photo of the logs also struck me. You've got a great eye, especially when it comes to the natural world.
It's wild how reliant we've all come to be on GPS services and Google maps, or rather, it's wild to think of it any other way. I was born in the early 90s, so passed through the transitional phase of MapQuest too, but can still vaguely picture the old country roadmaps that used to live in our old Subi. But reading them... what a lost skill. I've often daydreamed about what you daydream about, and long for that bygone era I suppose I never truly experienced as an adult either -- a cellphoneless era when you could actually find yourself lost in this world, and had only yourself to rely on to find your way back home. It sounds quaint, now. Anyway, beautiful writing, beautiful piece.
Ahh! I love poetry about such small, pure moments, taken and studied and squeezed for all their color and joy. You got every drop out of this memory that you could, every detail, and it couldn't sum up summer any better!
It's less often I see love songs/poetry written from this angle... not about heartbreak, but impending heartbreak, which brings with it its own subtle and monumental sadnesses alike. Your repetition, and the examples you use, of what's sure to come, are all so strong and visceral -- especially the ones relating to the weather! I love that you've sort of played around with the idea of "the calm before the storm." I was happy to see this piece end with a glimmer of hope and resilience.
Thanks! It's probably my favorite photo that I got while out there, helps that I live next to these woods and trail!
It looks like a fantastical forest that I’d read in a fairy tale! So cool!
That first photograph, that trail into the woods... somehow simultaneously so quaint and so spooky! The dappled light coming through the trees on the photo of the logs also struck me. You've got a great eye, especially when it comes to the natural world.
Thank you!
It's wild how reliant we've all come to be on GPS services and Google maps, or rather, it's wild to think of it any other way. I was born in the early 90s, so passed through the transitional phase of MapQuest too, but can still vaguely picture the old country roadmaps that used to live in our old Subi. But reading them... what a lost skill. I've often daydreamed about what you daydream about, and long for that bygone era I suppose I never truly experienced as an adult either -- a cellphoneless era when you could actually find yourself lost in this world, and had only yourself to rely on to find your way back home. It sounds quaint, now. Anyway, beautiful writing, beautiful piece.
Ahh! I love poetry about such small, pure moments, taken and studied and squeezed for all their color and joy. You got every drop out of this memory that you could, every detail, and it couldn't sum up summer any better!
I love the metaphor.
It's less often I see love songs/poetry written from this angle... not about heartbreak, but impending heartbreak, which brings with it its own subtle and monumental sadnesses alike. Your repetition, and the examples you use, of what's sure to come, are all so strong and visceral -- especially the ones relating to the weather! I love that you've sort of played around with the idea of "the calm before the storm." I was happy to see this piece end with a glimmer of hope and resilience.
YAY I FINALLY FOUND ANOTHER HISTORICAL FICTION GEEK
Yesssss. I have read every single one of her books except Rescue! I LOVE RESISTANCE AND LINES OF COURAGE SO MUCH!