Mark and I had an appointment with our friend and photographer Jason Dowdle yesterday to get some new shots worthy of sending off when we need them and to use for the new SAPA Map.
It has been a few years since we rode out to Jason's place over in Snow Camp.
We even had to dig out the map just in case.
The first trip we made over there we spent a bit of time riding in a circle until we finally called him to get directions in to his place.
At that time Jason was working on the book the " the potter's eye", if you have never seen it look it up he did a bang up job shooting the pots.
Jason loves to tell this story, and one that has come back on me many times, of when we finally rolled up to his place I jumped out of the car and said, "I hate you!, You live 20 minutes from Greensboro and 20 minutes from Chapel Hill. " He looked stunned until I explained how we lived 20 minutes from no where really and it took 45 minutes to get to any place that you could have dinner and a beer or wine and that we traveled with a cooler in a car and really we are not big drinkers but we would stop and buy 2 cases of wine and 2 cases of beer at a time when we were in the city and......anyway- he loves to remember and tell people about that time.
Things have improve for us here as we now have beer and wine in Asheboro, but he now has a pub 9 minutes and 45 seconds from his house.
He took much glee in telling us the time to the second. I think I still hate him the tiniest bit.
And the way the trees rise to the sky in the winter- naked branches and arms.
You have to love how these bricks and trees stand the test of time.
The wood on the house long gone.
I think that we as people all need some green space in our lives be it a park in a city or a long drive out in the countryside.
I think this is one of the reasons that folks love to go visit potters who live out in the county.
Steping out of the city life and driving where the world is softer, quieter and more like what time was many years ago.
I like both. I live in the county, but lived my youth in the city.
When I am visiting the city folks I see the appeal of things to do places to go.
Stores for shopping close by...
And night time in the city, the best.
Now to see if we can get that 9 minute pub going down here. Do you think?
But as you can see this broken, pigeon toed little girl has come home to live with me again. Tracey made her a house to live in. No more drawers for her. No more picking her up and trying to decide what and when to let her go.
She is home
I was blown away when Tracey stopped in to bring her back to me.
Who can truly explain friendship?
Tracey and I met here on this blog and on her blog.
I could have gone my whole life and never met her.
I would never have known what I was missing.
When people question what we get out of this, or if we get anything out of this at all, I know that we get out what we put in.
Thank you Tracey for stepping out and becoming part of my life.
I look at little girl everyday and she brings me joy.
Cheers and Joy,