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South Mountain Unforgotten

This two year old Internet photo journal was done on walks in January during the time I was taking care of my father who was dying in the South Mountain, his home for ninety-one years.

South Mountain. Bright but Cloudy. January 29, 2017

“Today was very busy, very full; I may write about it tomorrow. Today was also beautiful. Just a few photos from the beginning of a walk. Bright and warm enough to have the coat unzipped but windy enough to have dead branches come falling down with a thud crashing, crumbling and breaking on the ground; they could have done some damage had they fallen on my head but it was also a lucky day and they didn’t.”

South Mountain, January 26

Leaf on a wet limestone road. South Mountain. January 20

“The days have often been foggy. Walking you could be anywhere at anytime; it wouldn’t be that surprising if a dinosaur or Jack the Ripper walked out of that mist–not that you’re scared. The crows caw like they have always cawed and they are welcome. There is a cold slight rain, just enough to cancel a long walk. I did not watch or read any news today, but watched slate colored finches come to the feeder flitting and hopping from the ground to the feeder to a branch of hemlock individuals in one motion connected as if by puppet wire or better yet a conversation bringing them together giving them their direction. They have gray wings and white bellies and at first seem very common until you look at them. Almost everything is beautiful when you look but not everything.”

South Mountain. January 20

Sunset. South Mountain. Dad’s pond. January 19, 2017

“We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t really matter with me now because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody I’d like to live a long life; longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He has allowed me to go to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the Promised Land. So I’m happy tonight. I’m not worried about anything. Mine eyes have seen the coming of the glory of the Lord.”

Sunset. South Mountain. January 15

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