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Nothing to say

Well, maybe I have a little something to say. After all, spring has sprung here in our neck of the woods and although it might not feel like it just yet, I know warmer weather is just around the corner!

These northeast winters didn’t used to bother me as much when I was in my 30s and 40s. But when I hit 50 the cold and snow began a vicious attack on my well being, physically and mentally. I’ve mentioned selling the farm (i.e. six acres) and moving to a warmer clime, but it hasn’t went over very well, yet.

I used to think moving back home to Kentucky would be nice. But Old Man Winter visits that state too, and I’m beginning to think that in order to get out of his reach I’ll have to relocate further south, much further south.

I still call Kentucky home, but I’ve actually lived here in Pennsylvania longer. I guess it must have something to do with the state you were born in rather than the length of time you lived there. Pennsylvania has never felt like home to me because it’s not where I was rooted.

Folks will often combine the two states and it becomes Pennsyltucky. I cringe when I hear it. The only thing the two states have in common is they’re both commonwealths. Maybe one other thing – pretty countryside, in places. I think Kentucky’s hills have more of a pronounced “roll” to them, whereas Pennsylvania’s are higher and steeper.

I haven’t read Thomas Wolfe’s novel You Can’t Go Home Again but I probably won’t let what that title means convince me that it’s true. I’ll return to my past in Kentucky one of these days and we’ll have a long talk about the rest of my future.

Here’s an old Kentucky photo of my father and his band. That’s him on the left, standing with his guitar.
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Monthly Musings

Hey, old friends! And young-uns too!

I think it’s been close to a year since I’ve been here. And that’s a cryin shame! My post last October doesn’t count because it was a poem I wrote in college. The post before that (read it here) was written in July, of 2016. I’m a lazy writer!

What I’m trying to do is combine a blog with my photography website. I’ve blogged there a few times but not recently. I’ve read that a photographer should also include a blog on their website. Perhaps that means that I should post there and here and stop being so lazy!

This photography thing kinda hit me upside the head a year ago when I bought my first DSLR. It was a used Canon Rebel T5i, what’s known in the photog world as an “entry level” camera. And so I entered.

I made my entrance into the photographer’s world “official” on September 1, 2016. That’s the date I started TC Conner Photography. I know that it might be a long journey. I realize that everybody has a camera. I understand that the world was made in 7 days. I’m certainly cognizant of the fact that I’m not getting any younger.

And so this might be my final undertaking before I’m taken to the undertaker. (Do they even do that anymore?) I’ll go wherever it might take me, capturing the journey both in digital format to share with you and in memories that only I can see.

I may share some of the unseen memories in a newsletter I send out every couple of weeks. If you’d like to subscribe to Things Seen and Unseen click here. I’d be humbled by your presence. It feels good to be writing again and I should try to write more often. There’s still a lot of things I’d like to say.

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