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O Solo Mio
She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
September 19, 2019
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I stopped along the back roads I was taking home in a little ghost of a town named Prescott.
I let Biggie stretch her legs while I had a cigar and enjoyed the quiet of the neglected baseball Diamond on the edge of town.
As we sat there, I watched a young father giving his toddler a ride on his motorcycle. Around the block he went...then again...then again.
I knew his route, so on my way out I took the opposite direction, the gravel road that went along the backside of his place.
I waved him to stop as I approached.
“I’ve been watching you two go ride the whole time I was over relaxing with a cigar. Can I get your picture?” I asked.
His name is Wayne and his two-year-old son is Grayson. Nice guy.
I snapped a few with my iPhone in the low light as we chatted about his son, his cars, and such.”
I tried talking to Grayson to get him to smile. “He won’t talk to you,” Wayne replies. I didn’t pry.
As I was saying my goodbyes, his older son ran out of the house and hopped on behind, holding on to the back of his dad’s overalls for safety.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
They say “you can’t go back.” Well, I just did it. I threw a few clothes in a bag, packed some cameras and film, put on my boots, my hat, and headed south toward Lamar, Missouri in my ‘96 Ford F-150 with Biggie in the back seat.
A week ago Tuesday started out simply enough...we woke up early and hit the road north to Marceline, MO to tour the Walsworth Publishing plant, then lunch at Tall Paul's in Bucklin, MO with Meghan Viers Jolliffe, Joe Cupp, and Beverly Cupp. From there, Jonathan and I would wander rural Missouri so he could get a glimpse of life out here.
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