It really is a wonderful place, home.
posted by Garrett Miller in gratitude, photographs | * | 27 comments
I want to go to there.
Wow, beautiful photos. This is the Barnesville area, right? My only experience is hopping off 270 once on a whim and driving around (getting lost, really) looking at all the beautiful farms out there, but I have meant to go back again some time. It seemed to be pretty unspoiled by McMansions and development gone wild that you’ll see a few miles in either direction elsewhere off 270.
Wonderful, Garrett. The photo of the steaming cup has elements of one of those photos of the ocean depths — you know, the realm of fish with their eyes bugging out on stalks.
I also love the photo of the winding rural lane.
And the photo of the cock!
And the eggs wrapped in bacon!
All of it.
Clusterflockstock, Maryland Edition.
Thanks, guys. Casey, great eye. I grew up on one of the smaller farms in Barnesville proper, where my parents still live. It’s part of the Agricultural Reserve, which is why it’s so unspoiled. McMansions are moving in, unfortunately, but they can only build one house per 25 acres. These folks apparently see that as a challenge.
The eggs wrapped in bacon were internet-inspired, naturally, and worth trying again with more spice. In truth, everything should be wrapped in bacon.
The tone of these photos reminds me to breathe. It must’ve been a restorative vacation.
Should we talk about CFS4?
Or Barnesville. Or Ohio.
Red Sea Island.
You know a place?
It would be good to get together somewhere easterly this next year.
I think so too. How do the Californians/Oregonians feel about that?
Easterly for us is like Vegas.
Meaning aspirational but impossible, or hell yes?
I’ll certainly try to come, but it’ll be far easier to justify if it’s a place with cheap plane tickets.
There can be a lot to coordinate in terms of transport.
Proximity to a national airport, availability of post-flight transportation, large enough facilities to house and accommodate all on site, a meeting area large enough to hold all who attend.
There are many such places, of course, but it all comes down to cost. So far we have been lucky recipients of the generosity of Deron’s and Kelsey’s families.
So long as it’s not too expensive to get there, and even less expensive to stay the night, I can make it happen. In May or June but no earlier.