tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post5387542419873975242..comments2023-10-11T03:49:53.934-04:00Comments on The Gold Puppy: You can not grasp the riverReya Mellickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-45543406597339882522012-04-28T19:32:25.487-04:002012-04-28T19:32:25.487-04:00I didn't realize you had passed through Antiet...I didn't realize you had passed through Antietam on your trip to Harper's Ferry. My 3rd great-grandfather was killed at the Battle of Antietam and is buried in that cemetery. When I visited I had the experience of feeling him stand up in the grave and grab a hold of my guts-- literally reach into me and grab my intestines-- and yell "My blood, my kin". He's an intense fella. You can see his photo on my Facebook page in the album "Maternal ancestors". His name is Andrew Jackson Hobbs. LeeLeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18197428666530239517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-73526284542010168312012-04-25T21:35:28.517-04:002012-04-25T21:35:28.517-04:00Very cool, X.
Rocks are my friends. They are slo...Very cool, X. <br /><br />Rocks are my friends. They are slow. We "get" each other. <br /><br />I taught witchcamp for many years in the mountains of West Virginia, above Capon Bridge at a dance camp. Someone told me the grand mountain to the east of the camp was called Slane's Knob, an awesome name. I figured the mountain had a "true" name so I sat there one morning for about two hours, trying to figure out what its name was.<br /><br />I realized it would probably take 100s or thousands of years just to pronounce its name. For heaven's sake.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-61901768353070813132012-04-25T18:12:44.576-04:002012-04-25T18:12:44.576-04:00The photo graphs rock
I mean to say also that rock...The photo graphs rock<br />I mean to say also that rocks are the very foundation of the meaning of all your photos.<br />You knew that right?<br />I am merely pointing out the obvious.<br />The theme as I see it from them is the seen and unseen bedrock of our lives, our houses, our ways to travel, to get from here to there safely.<br />SOmetimes you see it-the great point of rock hanging our over the tracks and the remains of the bridge, othertimes its implied, you know its there, under the river for example, in the tunnel, behind the paint.<br />Just sayin <br />These photos rock, so do you.Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09080723494077142788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-27351829471913625192012-04-25T16:42:38.662-04:002012-04-25T16:42:38.662-04:00I know exactlynwhatnyou mean. I might have to writ...I know exactlynwhatnyou mean. I might have to write about the boundary stones.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-87460998867405129502012-04-25T16:42:25.136-04:002012-04-25T16:42:25.136-04:00I know exactlynwhatnyou mean. I might have to writ...I know exactlynwhatnyou mean. I might have to write about the boundary stones.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-57521934969081887022012-04-25T12:05:26.966-04:002012-04-25T12:05:26.966-04:00I always forget how closely embedded DC actually i...I always forget how closely embedded DC actually is. I tend to think of it as this island so isolated that you can only get there on a jet. But you hopped in a car and drove out into the country, wow.:)Kerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281288495129054688noreply@blogger.com