Postcards from the Swamp reprise
7pm, Friday, Nov. 13
Doodad Farm in Greensboro, NC
Featuring The Mighty Gospel Inspirations
I am figuratively over the moon with this month’s collaborations: Everything from the traditionalists to the modernists. And I’ll save you a seat for every single thing (besides, who needs a chair when you keep falling down?).
Busker on the corner of Walker and Elam Streets in Greensboro. Processed with VSCOcam with m5 preset.
In the never-ending search for pictures that tell 1,000 stories, I followed these low-light photo tips to take this shot. Much thanks to the writer (go Alex Trice!) and to the busker on the corner of Walker and Elam Streets in Greensboro, NC.
Summer is my favorite month. July especially for its impromptu front porch choirs and illegal fireworks—“the most loosely enforced law in the country,” said my friend Ed, as we watched folks with bags full of sparklers and screamers light up a backyard party last night. This month also kicks off a special “In The Round” series that brings the Triangle…
“Do you know why you can’t swim here?” he asked.
He stood in front of his car, like it was a workbench. The 90’s gray Wagoneer pointed to the lake, and he pulled a few things from a gym duffle bag: goggles, a snorkel, and some flippers.
“I’m not sure. I think it’s the city’s drinking water,” I said, pausing from pumping up my SUP with a bicycle-like pump. I was on pump number 323 of 350. I count it out. Keeps it interesting.
“What are you training for?” I asked.
The Navy. He needed a 2 mile swim and the monotony of doing laps at Gold’s was killing him.
“What are you training for?” he asked, nodding towards the board.
“I don’t know. Life?”
I wished him well and paddled out, wondering if I’d paddle over him at some point, a little more curious about what goes on under the water, and hoped he wasn’t scared of snakes.
There’s a little stretch of random road
That looks a lot like “no place like home.”
Tonight at Lucky 32 Southern Kitchen in Greensboro, 6 to 9 pm.