Maneuvering Heart

Just two weeks ago on a trip around Draper Lake, these purple flowers were all over the place. Fall is the only time they blossom. This week, after two nights down in the 40s F (≃ 5C) they have disappeared. This is one of the last images I took from my iPhone. I grew weary of the arrogance of Apple, refusing to help Linux developers figure out how to mount the file system so I could get the pictures off the easy way. Oh, and Apple is the only OS maker who believes you can’t possibly want to move photos via Bluetooth, even though every other OS maker includes it as a standard function.

Here’s the last iPhone image: I went to school here at Emerson in 2nd grade. I was sitting in the room on that second floor to the right of the huge tree when JFK was assassinated. As I recall, they didn’t send us home, but education was restricted to the theme of presidents and assassinations for the rest of the day. I recall teachers and students weeping. Isn’t it funny what memories stick with us for life?

This poor windmill broke down during the last high wind storm. I took this on another recent ride; I hadn’t been out that way in several weeks. I was actually hoping to get a good shot of this thing with the farm buildings in the background, but after that long, I suspect the owner has no interest in fixing it. My wife decided she was through with her Coolpix S3100 so I’m carrying it on all my rides. It’s adequate for most stuff.

Today I took a long ride out around Draper Lake. On a whim, I stopped at Point 1 for lunch. This is part of my view of the lake. The oak trees were quite talkative, though it’s the kind of thing hard to relate in words. There was a steady stiff breeze from the south (from the right side of the image) and I sat there a long time just absorbing the isolation. Nobody else was near me out there. The lake also greeted me when I walked the dozen meters to the shore. The wind, water and trees breathed a great sigh of peace, even as they warned me of big things to come. It was like saying I should hang on and be ready to handle it.

I get a sense of something like a warning order for deployment in my soul.

About Ed Hurst

Disabled Veteran, prophet of God's Laws, Bible History teacher, wannabe writer, volunteer computer technician, cyclist, Social Science researcher
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5 Responses to Maneuvering Heart

  1. Iain says:

    The architecture is interesting in the school, the left side looks like it was built in 1930’s. It’s almost church like, it suggests reverence for education because that’s how you’ll make something of yourself. The right side looks like a factory for stamping out drones for post war industrial America. Then maybe it’s just my weirdness showing.


  2. Ed Hurst says:

    I can’t say. When I went there, that right wing was already standing, as well as the auditorium farther down. There was also a separate after-school daycare farther back on the left (now long gone). I neglected to mention that I also attended this school in kindergarten, and I was marched to that daycare every day that year. We moved a lot when I was a kid; that’s the only school I attended twice.


  3. Iain says:

    There must be a government approved school architecture because it is very similar to my first elementary school in Hudson, NC. It had an older central part with a similar style addition built in the early ’50’s to accommodate baby boomers. Still I remember it being chock full of kids. Actually, I’m glad to have grown up at a time when there were simply not enough adults to effectively monitor all the kids all the time. I don’t think the kid “me” would like growing up nowadays.


  4. Ed Hurst says:

    Amen, Iain. I wouldn’t go back to being a kid now for anything in the world.


  5. forrealone says:

    Those pictures, all of them, moved memories from ‘out back’ to the front of my Consciousness. My heart awareness leapt as those memories were all good ones. Thanks for that.


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