November 27, 2006

Riding Shotgun

Filed under: Reflections, Photography - Ric @ 12:00 pm

 

Riding Shotgun
Riding Shotgun

 

When it comes to driving, I’m a driver. I’m pretty much the worst passenger You can imagine. I fidget, I fuss, I am generally a more curmudgeonly person than normal. Pain in the arse levels run high when I don’t have a steering wheel in front of me. Now couple this with a long car trip to my Father-in-Law’s house for diner, in my wife’s new car and her love of driving (not to mention skill) which far exceeds my own.

So a passenger I became. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. The tunes were good. I got to fiddle with the camera along the way, and by convincing myself that I was actually riding on a train, the fact that I wasn’t driving was OK… and I got to drive home.

Old Wisdom That Makes Sense

Filed under: Almanac - Ric @ 8:11 am

On this day in 8 B.C., the Roman poet Horace died. He hated the chaos of Rome, and when his patron gave him a farm in the Italian countryside, he wrote,

 

 

“I prayed for this: a modest swatch of land
where I could garden, an ever-flowing spring
close by, and a small patch of woods above
the house. The gods gave all I asked and more.
I pray for nothing more, but
that these blessings last my life’s full term.””

From the Writer’s Almanac by Garrison Keillor
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