Pews

Photo of my aunt Iva (in pink) whom I consider as another mother to me

The family get-together was held in a small meeting hall behind a country church on Dry Creek Rd. I sat in back on the only pew, the rest of the area had tables and chairs. The bench had padding on seat and back, but within 20 minutes I remembered why I quit going to church; those darn pews are the work of the devil! My butt and back were both hurting.

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If ever there was a perfect early autumn day, it was yesterday. All day long the air had a snap to it, the skies were blue, and the hills were completely free of the usual “smoky mountain” mist. As I drove to the supper, I saw my favorite persimmon tree was loaded with the gold and orange fruit, awaiting a kiss of frost to make them delicious. Later as I returned toward home, I stopped atop a country hill, got out of the car, and looked at the stars; such clear seeing is rare. Toward the southern horizon, the Milky Way showed its splendor in patches of dust and stars. It was the best night time sky-view I’ve had in about 10 years as the uncountable points of light all twinkled in the brisk evening air. A religious moment? Oh, definitely, but not in the sense of awe in a spectacularly divine creation. It was a perception of cosmic harmony and of elation as I felt I was a part of it; yes, even a necessary—if momentary—part of it.

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At best, the Droid camera sucks. I used it at the supper, and not one decent photo did I get. I tried changing every setting I could find and none worked worth a damn. I am seriously thinking of returning it to Verizon and asking for a replacement or money back. Other people were snapping camera-phone photos and most of their 3mp shots were much better than my 8mp undertakings. The best shot i got is the one above of my aunt, and it took a lot of processing to make it presentable. My first Kodak Brownie of 1950 was a superior photography instrument than is the high-tech Droid.

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Have a great Sunday, my friends.