All images copyright L.P.Lawhead unless otherwise noted. My photography is less about events than about what remains when they pass. I’m interested in restraint, attention, and the subtle ways everyday environments hold memory without asking for interpretation.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Get In The Wind
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Getting lost was never so much fun. Seeing Big Daddy rolling down the road in a borrowed pickup with a big grin on his face was priceless. And hanging out on some local's porch was truly an incredible experience. I'm pretty sure it was the fall of '77. As I recall it was a cold, wet and rainy day in late fall. All I know for sure is that it was a damn long time ago and we were so young.
The old guy was "A.J.", if I recall... I'll always remember coming off the mountain, slogging out of the woods into the valley, the weather starting to clear... Not even knowing if we were in Virginia or West Virginia. But happy, and enjoying the moment. And (as you notr) SO young.
And the moon-rise in Smoke Hole, so bright... so incredibly bright.
You're right - it was AJ. I actually felt bad for the part of the group that didn't get lost - they missed out on all the fun.
And that moon-rise over the mountain was incredible. All of a sudden it was as bright as mid-day.
Of all of the great trips we took in high school, this was truly one of the most amazing and unforgettable.
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