Hey, all. I’ve been away, to Rhode Island, specifically, for the wedding of a niece. A grand time was had by all. The wedding was beautiful, as was the bride, the bride’s family, the guests, the weather, and the whole tone of the time away.
Rhode Island is a nice place, though I think you could fit the whole of it in your back pocket. Unlike the wide open spaces of the Midwest where I live, everything in Rhode Island is close and compact, and the locals seem fine with that. Nonetheless, the roads are more congested as a result since there doesn’t seem to be as much space for improving them as we have in those wide open spaces I spoke of. A simple ten mile drive from one end of the island (Aquidneck — where the bride’s family lives) to the other (where our hotel stood) could take a half hour. And the locals seem fine with that. (According to Wikipedia, Rhode Island is the 8th least populated yet 2nd most densely populated of the states. Wrap your brain around that!)
I’d noticed this same phenomenon when I moved away from St. Louis to Kansas City twenty-five years ago. (Gosh, has it been that long?) In St. Louis, if you had a long commute because there just wasn’t any space to add six more lanes to the highway, well, you had a long commute. It was a fact of life. You accepted it. You dealt with it. In Kansas City, such an offense could not be tolerated. Houses would be bulldozed, parks would be torn up, farm land appropriated, whatever was needed to expand and improve the road way so that congestion would never bedevil the almighty commuter. (I exaggerate a bit, but only to make the point that different communities have evolved different attitudes to reality.)
All of which is to say that I haven’t been to Roundrock in a grievously long time, an offense I hope to correct this coming weekend. Also, I now have a new camera (purchased just in time to take to the wedding back east), and I hope to begin using it to take better pix in my forest for your delight. I had considered going toward the upper end, getting a camera that had super powers, letting me take detailed pictures of the ducks across the lake and the hairs on the back of my hand and other such needful images. But I realized that a) I needed something that was small and would fit in my pocket else I wouldn’t take it along with me or it would constantly get battered by my vigorous adventures in the woods, and b) I don’t have the mad skilz to work one of those complicated machines; I really need a simple point and shoot. Which is what I got. Even that has been daunting, and my clever nephew had to adjust the settings on it for me so I could simply point and shoot.
And so I hope to get back to my regular blogging subjects and frequency in the coming weeks as I realign my world and take more pictures of it. I think I’ll have at least one more post about my time in Rhode Island, and it will be another of those off-topic posts, but it is about an interesting (and surprising) development in Pablo’s otherwise staid and settled life. Also, it will feature a bit of Rhode Island.