October 30th seemed like a perfect time for a stroll through an old graveyard. Played around with different filters and imaging.
Even when the weather is lousy, New England in October is beautiful. So I downloaded some episodes of The Witch Hunt podcast, put on a jacket and headed into the woods for a good 3-hour hike.
Went to a live action retelling of Sleepy Hollow at Old Sturbridge Village last night. This is one of my all time favorite stories and getting to see the narrative play out over a variety of settings as we wandered through the grounds was pretty cool. One of the best parts was the intermission, where the crowd basically joined the play. There was a party at Katrina Van-tassel’s. Beer was served, music was played, and the actors all stayed in character as we all just hung out. Unfortunately my camera is horrible at night so the pictures are not much to write home about. Oh well.
What is it like when many things that were once solid parts of your identity are ripped away? It’s jarring, disillusioning, and….exciting?
I used to call myself a runner. Age, injury and changing priorities has slowly chipped away at that self-chosen designation.
I used to call myself a conservative Christian. Experiences, in and out of the church, and study has been slowly eroding this concept of self for a while, but it has recently come to something of a head and I can no longer claim this as my tribe.
I have voted Republican ever since I was 20. I have given my votes, time and money to the cause. Over the past few years I have felt a lot of my positions shifting. But Donald Trump, and the party’s reaction to him, has pushed me past the point of no return and robbed me of my political identity.
The fact that all three of these things have happened pretty much simultaneously has left me a bit unmoored. However, even though it has been disruptive, it is not an altogether horrible feeling. It’s a little exciting; it’s a time of reinvention. I honestly can’t say what comes next, but I’m curious.
The above shot of Fort Meadow is probably the last I’ll get before the leaves start turning, and as the summer slowly decays into autumn I am left feeling a bit introspective. You see it isn’t just the weather that is changing; it seems as though my whole family is going through it’s own seasonal shift.
My oldest is now in high school. My youngest has just started middle school. My wife is off on new adventures of her own after finishing up 10+ years of homeschooling. And things are changing for me too. My hobby business has turned into a full-fledged career of its own, with all of the rewards and responsibilities that that entails. I also just recently turned 44, and if I am not on the downward slope of the proverbial hill, then I am at least at its crest.
But autumn is my favorite season and change brings new opportunities, so I am feeling both grateful and hopeful on all accounts. I think if 44-me could tell 24-me that this is what the top of the hill would look like, 24-me would be pretty excited. Here’s to new seasons.
On to the next.
Not bad for seven bucks. My King collection continues to grow nicely.