Fall in West Virginia, on Film
July 24, 2013
These photos were taken last fall, near the end of September, on a trip to visit our friends in Thomas, West Virginia. Actually, more specifically even, they were taken on a hike that Drew and I went on one afternoon, the hike where we made our big decision to move here, to Asheville. The next day we drove back to Nashville, packed up our stuff, and two weeks later found ourselves living in this little mountain town, a place we’d never even been to before. There’s something to be said for a good old-fashioned hunch.
It’s hard to believe it’s already been ten months, that summer is halfway over, a summer where I’ve hardly seen the temperature reach ninety and the only air conditioning I need is a rotating fan on low and all the windows open. And sometimes, dare I say it, I even put on a long sleeve shirt in the evenings, those nights where it cools down a bit more than usual. Those are my favorite nights, when I feel the teensiest bit like I’m camping.
I can’t say that I know what happens next. What I’m supposed to do, where I’m supposed to go, what I’m supposed to see. Because, frankly, I want to see everything and go everywhere and do everything I’m meant to do. It is the blessing and the curse of curiosity, the kind you feel in your bones.
But in the words of my 87 year old Aunt Jean, the greatest great aunt a girl could ever have, “87 creeps up on you really fast, so you’d better have fun along the way.” I think about that every single day, sometimes ten times or twenty, depending on all the riffraff that happens to be swirling through my mind that day. It reminds that it doesn’t have to be so complicated all the time, that I can just keep it simple, and remember to enjoy the ride.