Windshield Time -
October 18, 2012
Driving my little green car around the Ozarks this week, calling on pastors and church ladies, I appreciate the reflective hours going from here to there. Fall was glorious in the backwoods on the two-lane highways.
I am grateful for the business that has come my way and for benefits and a salary to get me started. I am grateful for people who make me smile or laugh--and grateful to have many who do just that.
After I return home, I wonder what it was I thought about all that time in the car. Never seem to recall what seemed so important at the time. There is often singing going on....gospel, rock, hip hop. Do people look at me funny because I'm singing? I never notice. Maybe they would benefit from singing, too.
I do watch for animal totems. This week it was hawks, all different sorts, flying close over my car. From www.aimaltotem.com come these thoughts on hawks: Hawks piercing shriek tears through the air. In its shrill cry lies an important message which represents illumination. Hawk teaches us to scope out the situation and focus on our talents, trying to draw them out. Hawk learns to see the big picture in order to understand the past, present, and future. Hawk asks us to be observant of surroundings so we won't get distracted from our path by others. It also reminds us not to get caught up in minor annoyances so we can maintain our inner balance.
Good advice from the hawks and I heeded unknowingly. Lots of business this week and I didn't get too distracted. Illumination. Yes, I would say the week was illuminating on a number of levels.
October 23, 2012
Yes, indeed, there is a place called "Tightwad, Missouri" population 69. I went there to do photography at a tiny Baptist church. No further comment on that parallel...
There is a bank and a barbecue joint. I couldn't resist a picture of the tightwad bank. I can think of a few places that might be good branch locations...
Perhaps I should keep my small bag of change at the Tightwad Bank. Perhaps I would hang onto it longer.
Before leaving the Ozarks, I visited the cutest little church outside Clinton, about 5 miles off highway 52 going toward Calhoun. (I'm hitting all the hot spots these days!)
Drake's Chapel United Methodist was built in 1885 and I can visualize the horses and buggies plodding the path to Sunday services. The pastor, Margie Briggs, is one of those women with a glorious spirit. We will do photography for Drake's and her other church, Calhoun United Methodist, in November. While in the area, I decided to photograph her cute little church tucked into a glade of gnarly old oak trees. (Cemetery across the road.)
