Silas Ray-Burns sees the world differently than I. Everywhere he goes he’s looking for art—noticing shapes, patterns, angles, shadows, light. Looking for stories, I often miss the design of life. Silas is my grown son. He lives in Northampton, Mass. usually, but he has been here in Georgia, on our farm, for the past few weeks. He’s helping my mother sell old cars and other items in my late dad’s junkyard. I wrote about that junkyard in Ecology of a Cracker Childhood, so it may be familiar to you. For now, I wanted to share with you some of Silas’s photos of Red Earth.
Happy Thanksgiving To You & Yours
I’m grateful to have you in my life.
I thought I’d share Seth Godin’s Thanksgiving Reader. He makes it available to print and make a part of your gathering. It contains short readings that can be read aloud at a Thanksgiving dinner.
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Horses and a cow, oh my
Under a cloud-dressed Georgia sky.
Janisse sent us a letter
Already I feel better.
The pundits say we’re in hell
I recall the Nixon era didn’t go well
We survived all that, the up and down
This era will not hang around.
Photos and stories remain true
For Little Fawn, me and you.
Thank you for all the gifts you so freely share.
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