Thursday, June 10, 2010
Where I'm From
This is a somewhat pointless post, due to the fact that there's only a couple of people outside my immediate family that actually read this blog.
Still, last time I went home I took a few pictures that remind me of Huntsville, and home, and I thought I'd share.
I love Huntsville. Beyond that, I love living in what is technically Unincorporated county territory. I love that there are no stop lights. I love that there's only two gas stations. I love that there's only one bar. I love that I can shoot guns off of the deck. I love having space to light a fire in the back yard. I love yield signs. I love livestock in the field. I love waking up to wild game outside the window. I love rivers and lakes. I love being able to see the stars. I love the smell of burning ditches.
Living in Logan, I don't go home very often; and much less than my mother would like. But everytime I do, I love that first glance at Huntsville, right as your coming out of the canyon over Pineview spillway. After that its only a few minutes to my house, where the Walls-of-water stand protecting the fragile tomato plants and sheep graze in the neighboring property.
Inside the house is a rag-tag decor of the thousands of random treasures that my mother has collected/made over the years. On the coffee table, the morning paper. I would watch the nightly news growing up, but no where near the daily regularity of feeling the ink on my fingers while I ate my morning bowl of cereal. I've been a newspaper man from a very young age.