Oil on panel.
I don’t pay much attention to the “solstices.” (A solstice is a pagan god, right?) But it doesn’t matter — every school kid knows that summer ends when September begins and school is about to start.
Well, that flew by, didn’t it? I have it on good authority (read: everybody older than me) that the older you get, the faster the time flies right by you.
That’s a little scary.
[Update: Guys, I was joking earlier when I said that I did not know what a solstice was. I’m receiving educational e-mails about the subject from every hippy in the world who is not high right now (all seven of them).]
The first is a terrible picture, of course; it was taken from a moving car. I’m sharing it here anyway, because I still like the effect of the backlit entrance to the Confederate Cemetery at dusk.
The second photo is of houses on Amelia Street.
I’m relaxing with the “Twin Peaks” soundtrack this Sunday afternoon; it was a favorite for Kathleen Nolan.
Once upon a time, when she was preparing a quite difficult teenager in Lake-of-the Woods, VA, for college, it was one of the few things that we could agree on. (Another that year was Garrison Keillor’s “A Prairie Home Companion” on cassette tape.)
Speaking of veterans today, I’d like to mention that our own little online circle is honored to have one among us. Blog Correspondent Pete Harrison is not only our expert on all things horror-related, but also someone who has served his country with distinction.
Pictured below before an HH-60G PAVEHAWK are members of the United States Air Force 55th Expeditionary Rescue Squadron, in the summer of 2004, in Kandahar, Afghanistan. Pete is first left in the top row, with his arms folded.
If you enjoy the movies, books and comics that we chat about here at the blog or on Facebook, then thank a guy like Pete or one of his colleagues. Constitutional freedoms of Speech and Press would be absent without those to defend them — not to mention our lives and our safety.