I am trying to distract myself from staring at Charlotte all day, she has SEVEN days to go before we can even think about expecting any piglets after all. Pigs are usually farrow quite close to their dates and I hope she goes all the way so we get nice fat healthy babies.
So another tiny ride West on Route 66 was just the ticket for a lazy Sunday.
The land stretched out for miles yesterday, with clear air and cloudy skies.
Two things that have struck me in this small exploration of the Mid West along Route 66. This area is not wealthy. There is money to be made by the big croppers and the people who have saved from the boom times. But just about everyone else struggles along.
And the lack of population. There are so few people in these towns, there are houses, and trees and vegetables gardens, but where are the people on a Sunday afternoon.
Here is another block of empty shops.
Speaking of people I was framing this shot, intrigued by being able to shoot through an empty building to the Fire Station and retain the reflection of the empty buildings behind me, when a car pulled up. An older gentleman rolled down his window and said. “I am sure you are perfectly harmless but that does look strange.”
Having never been called harmless before I raised my eyebrows and told him what I was doing. Because I spoke with an accent his suspicion deepened. There is a growing paranoia amongst some people out here that they are being spied on as they cast about for an excuse to rattle the doors of their gun cabinets. Why anyone would think they are important enough for some spy ring to be investigating them is beyond me. And what are they hiding? He smiled in the end though and said he supposed it was alright then, and drove away. As a parting shot I took a photo of his car as he watched me in his rear view mirror, just to prod his paranoia with a stick. I know, it was naughty. If I put it on Facebook Google would monitor it for me. They are the biggest spiers around if you ask me. So avoid the internet if that bothers you, I tell them. Just look at the word – Inter Net.
This was an old ice cream shop. As we drove further West we saw that a few local towns had turned the abandoned side of Route 66 into a bicycle and walking path, there were trees planted and little resting benches dotted along the paths. People were out with their kids and bikes and roller skates and walking shoes strolling along. This was lovely to see. They were using the road again. I could see the people.
Powerlines are the enemy of the photographer.
A railway station.
Then home again, home again, jiggedy jig. Time to look at my big fat pig… Still fat.
We will continue our search later in the summer. If only to document the old empty store fronts – they intrigue me. All those fast moving dreams.
We had some rain in the night but nothing dramatic. And today is dawning clear and loud with birds. Time for work. I wonder what today will bring. i will show you tomorrow.
Have a lovely day.
your friend on Route 66, celi.