I walked past several body shops, all of which had an assortment of old cars in various stages of disrepair. This car stopped me in my tracks.
I came upon what looked like a circus tent that had been erected in front of a small church. When I peered inside this is what I saw.
A week ago today, I backed out of my driveway right into my neighbor’s car. To say I felt horrible is a gross understatement. Not only did I damage his car’s back end but that of my car as well. Luckily, my car insurance processed the claim quickly and on Monday I was able to drop my car off at a body shop in Scottdale, a small community a few miles down the road from Decatur. Although the folks from the body shop would have driven me home, I decided to walk back as my penance. I felt that at least I could suffer a bit since I had inflicted a hardship on my neighbor. Of course my camera accompanied me on my long walk home so my suffering was alleviated to a certain extent. It was a bright morning with harsh light so my photographic opportunities were very limited. But them again, I wasn’t supposed to be having fun.
The Decatur High School baseball team finished their regular season with a big win on Friday night against Maynard Jackson High School. Decatur travels to Statesboro this coming Friday to compete in the first round of the state playoffs. A young, talented freshman in the image above gathers his gear after the game. He is affectionately called “Stretch” because of his impressive height.
Saturday evening I needed some cheering up so I wandered down to the Decatur Square with my camera in hand. Going out with the intension to photograph always lifts my spirits. The evening did not disappoint. I first met a young man who was doing flips off a picnic table in front of the Old Courthouse. He told me that he had been studying martial arts for many years and was now working on imbuing his craft with a personal style. Shortly after, I noticed a group assembling at the Courthouse steps waiting for the Decatur Ghost Tour to begin. I thought I might join them. While I was waiting I heard a loud scraping sound coming from behind the row of bushes in the background of this image. I wandered over, slid behind the bushes, and was astonished by what I saw. The scene was mesmerizing and had me transfixed until late evening. But that’s a story for my next blog post.
If you follow my blog you may remember my post on December 18, 2015, entitled Cowboy Mitch. When I posted Mitch’s touching story about his childhood memories and love of everything cowboy, I had one goal in mind, to get him up on a horse. Although Mitch wears a cowboy hat and boots, and regularly watches old western reruns on TV, he has never ridden a horse, until today. My daughter takes therapeutic riding lessons at Stride Ahead in Decatur, and when they heard about Mitch’s story they agreed to give him a riding lesson. Today, the hour I spent with Mitch, the instructor, Sarah Tomaka, and the volunteers at Stride Ahead, was magical. Watching Mitch ride his horse, Dreamer, was like watching a kid in a candy store. Pure joy!
Thank you Sarah (on left), Emory student volunteers (with Mitch and Dreamer), and Anne Preston, director of Stride Ahead, for making today possible.