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IMAGES OF SMALL – THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #660 – SITTIN’ ON THE FENCE

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A Minor Bird

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost
and what song are you trying to silence today? en theos ††† jim

 

Photos on the journey #390

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The snow started in earnest last night. It persisted all night and a table on the patio shows evidence of the 7 inches of the cold stuff.

I went to bed last night with all these Currier & Ives kind of photographs that I could get up and make this morning. Upon arising and roosting next to a propane fire in the comfort of my Lazy Boy red leather recliner I came to a more realistic thought. I am a West Texas boy and I don’t like snow. I like the romance of it all and the look of those heavenly flakes falling so quietly to our parched land. But alas, I am not getting out.

Maybe it stems from seeing a bumper sticker in New Mexico during my youth. It read: ” If God had of meant for Texans to ski, He would have mad bullsh#t white.” My dad had to explain the meaning to me, but I think the message struck a chord and stayed with me.

I am thankful for the distant beauty of it and the needed wetness for the land. But it can melt now and bring back my desert. So I post a dust bowl like image from our recent visit to Seminole State Park. That is dust, sand and rock on the ground, not snow!……………en theos†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #177

Fences, we love em, we hate them. They keep things in or out. There are songs, poems, odes, laments, even a “proverb” of sorts.
It’s interesting that the specific wording of the proverb, “Good fences make good neighbors” is fairly modern. It comes from Robert Frost’s poem Mending Wall from 1914. The poem centers around this concept of fences and questions whether it’s true or not.

Edward Abbey was never short on his feelings about fences. Abbey summed it up pretty well in his character Jack Burns from his novel “The Brave Cowboy” which was made into a movie titled “Lonely Are the Brave” starring Kirk Douglas. Mr Douglas reflected on Abbey’s death in this letter to the editor of The Los Angeles Times in 1989:

Death of Writer Edward Abbey
I was very sad to read in your paper that author Edward Abbey (“Thoreau of the American West”) has died (Part 1, March 16). In your detailed obituary, I was astonished that no mention was made of his book “The Brave Cowboy.”
I came across a paperback edition of this book around 1960, and was deeply moved. I bought the movie rights and finally persuaded Universal to allow my company, Bryna, to make the film,. In the cast with me were Gena Rowlands, Walter Matthau and William Shatner, and introducing Carrel O’Connor in a small role. They all gave marvelous performances.
In the opening scene, I played Jack Burns (Edward Abbey), who rides across a wide plain and comes up to a large wire fence. I get off my horse, taking a pair of pliers, cut the fence and ride on. In your article you quote Abbey: “I am the one who loved un-fenced countries.”
I never met Mr. Abbey, but we wrote to each other several times. I apologized to him that the studio insisted on changing the title of “Brave Cowboy” to “Lonely Are the Brave.”
In the more than 60 films that I’ve made, this is my favorite. I am very pleased when I get a letter, or someone comes up to me saying it is also their favorite.
Hollywood was capable of transferring the feelings of this great environmentalist to film. People will always be able to see as well as read the beliefs of this great man in “Lonely Are the Brave.”
KIRK DOUGLAS
 Beverly Hills

I have spent more than a few boxes of Kleenex on this movie!
Mend your fences on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #92

I have seen barbed wire all my life, but like a lot of things, I never really saw the true beauty of it. I have spent way too much time walking past things that are all around me without stopping to look. . I am trying so hard to find my heart and the little stuff serves as a lesson to wake the hell up……..enjoy…nada te turbe…..jim†