Thursday, December 02, 2010
Received a postcard yesterday from a female friend of mine with a message about how she was about to go visit some medieval ruins. I thought about that for a bit. Ruins. There's that hint of former glory faded, of some lost golden age. But I live in the United States. The closest ruins to me are some abandoned farmhouses in the northern part of the county in Tennessee where I've grown up. There's nothing grandiose about seeing kudzu covering dilapidated farmhouses and smoke sheds. Just makes me think of poverty and the rough times that my great-grandparents and grandparents had as tobacco farmers. Just an odd thought this morning on perspective and place.