Shortly after we moved here, a neighbor predicted we’d be seeing fish in the strangest places: on lawns, in driveways, on roads. Lo and behold, a month later there was one in our driveway.
The ospreys in the area tend to drop the heavier ones flying back to their nests; such was probably the case with this catfish, which may have weighed as much as the bird itself. This was taken in the late afternoon; the next morning it was gone, scavenged by animals, or maybe just discarded by neighbors.
There’s been many a cover of Pete Seeger’s classic 1955 song, “Where Have All the Flowers Gone”- a call for peace that’s been recorded in over 30 languages – but perhaps the finest was the first, by the Kingston Trio here. Then of course a version by the man himself here, from a 1968 concert in Sweden.
Probably taken on Ektachrome film, in the Whipple Hollow section of town when I was 18 years old. This is one image that has stood the test of time for me; I’ve thought of it often over the years. I also thought it lost – forever consigned to memory – until it showed up in the archives one day this past winter. It remains compelling, and certainly equal to what I remembered (which is not always the case).
Really, these boats were part of a local estate sale!! This just happened to be Part I – only the outdoor stuff. The man who lived here seemed quite adept at building and fixing things, as evidenced by the tools available, some of the comments overheard about those tools, and all the items for sale (including a tent load of outboard motors, perhaps ten of them, all lined up as in a retail display). “He’s down in Georgia now” was about the only bit of personal info I picked up from one of the estate sales guys.
