Monday, November 17, 2008 - Winchester KY
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A fork in the road
From here in the middle of Kentucky I can head either directly west toward New Mexico or south toward more immediate warm weather.
I'm going to Demopolis
I must admit this cold snap is influencing my decision and I'm leaning toward heading south. It's cold. I'm going to Demopolis. I spent a delightful 3 weeks last December photographing the wildlife at Foscue Creek Park and watching barge traffic on the Tombigbee River.
Night camp
Wal-Mart parking lot in Winchester KY
- Darn. I'm writing this bullet point after the fact and I can't remember whether this Wal-Mart offers good boondocking or not.
Waiting
I remember walking in art galleries, through the nineteenth century: the obsession they had then with harems. Dozens of paintings of harems, fat women lolling on divans,turbans on their heads, or velvet caps, being fanned with peacock tails, a eunich in the background standing guard. Studies of sedentary flesh, painted by men who'd never been there. These pictures were supposed to be erotic, and I thought they were, at the time; but I see now what they were really about. They were paintings about suspended animation; about waiting, about objects not in use. They were paintings about boredom.
The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood