It may not take a genius to sit in quiet contemplation while staring at a body of water; but you may be one for taking that time to do so. I think that Nigerian-American writer Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu said it best when she said that she, “go(es) to the ocean to calm down, to reconnect with the creator, to just be happy.” Ever since I can remember, I have had a love affair with the ocean. I would surf the waves when I was a teenager and the older that I get, the more I love just staring at the endless waves, cascading on the sandy shore. Being from Eastern North Carolina definitely has its perks because in my opinion, the beaches are some of the most beautiful in the world. But the beaches are not the only place that has been a place of quiet contemplation.
I have mentioned before that my parents house was built 50 yards from a creek that is a tributary to the Northeast Cape Fear River. This creek connected to another small tributary that flows from a wetland area south. These tributaries met behind my parents house and the smaller tributary had a small waterfall. Over the banks of the small creek lied a huge fallen oak tree. I would sit with my back against this tree for hours listening to the sounds of the waterfall and watching a beautiful aspect of nature. There was nothing pedestrian about the situation. The sensory overload was anything but lackluster. This spot in the middle of a wooded area was my secret oasis; my serenity. I would grow older and hurricanes would tame the landscape as they saw fit. Water erodes. Trees fall down and rot. The spot does not look the same anymore but there are other spots that I frequent to try to find a break from the mundane.
On the banks of the Hollands Shelter Creek (a tributary of the Northeast Cape Fear River) sits Hollands Shelter Creek Restaurant. My family took me there when I was a kid and now that I have a kid of my own; we enjoy taking him. Daniel has always been fascinated with the river that flows by the seafood restaurant, so it seems only logical that his favorite place to go is to sit on the dock on the river, eat some ice cream and hopefully spot an alligator.
The second story windows of the old Johnson Cotton Company building in Wallace, NC have become weathered. Some panes have been broken by the rock of a rebellious child or pine branch thrown by the forceful breeze of a summer storm. The lower level windows were bricked years ago, while the building’s front entrance houses a set of decorative metal framed display windows that lead you to the entrance of the long been shut down store. The recessed entrance is still inviting because it is now used as storage but the hints of its history peak through.
The now Historic Commercial District sat formidably as the nucleus of a booming railroad and agricultural town. This small Southern town is situated in the coastal plains region of North Carolina and lies in the southern edge of Duplin County. Wallace was originally incorporated in 1873 as the settlement known as Duplin Roads; but was incorporated as the town of Wallace (named after railroad official Steven Wallace) in 1899. Like many Southern railroad towns, the small town’s orthogonal grid developed along the railroad tracks. The small town grew and grew because it was an important transportation link between the large port city of Wilmington to the South and Faison to the North.
Over the years, Wallace continued to expand. Fast food restaurants were built on Highway 117 and businesses extended passed the grid pattern that once hugged the railroad. The one and two story brick buildings in this historic area now house offices or maybe even modern stores. Buildings whose foundations were laid in the late 19th and early 20th centuries found themselves booming in a post World War II period. So these historic buildings, like the Johnson Cotton Company; whose second story windows still peer down upon the renovated Train Depot; still scintillates above a town that they help inaugurate.
Layering most frequently reminds me clothing but the way that we perceive the landscape around us. The way that one object coincides with something that appears parallel but is actually in the viewable distance. The mixing of natural and man made lines with the overlap of modern lines layered in front of centuries old brick. I walk past this every day and sometimes forget to appreciate the depth and beauty found in brick, concrete and wood.
Sometimes photos just come into being as if God himself shuffles things artistically into place for our enjoyment. Sometimes the different layers that compose the structure of a photo, through happenstance, we witness the perfect blend of foreground and background and use of negative space. Sometimes, its the background that God has painted. Sometimes its a freshly plowed field. Sometimes its a formation of geese flying over at the perfect time. Sometimes the cat-o-nine tails and over laying branches from a nearby tree fall perfectly in place. Sometimes its the summer’s sun setting behind low lying clouds. And sometimes, just sometimes, despite being critical of yourself for taking ‘random photos’ you just need to stop and take that picture because you know that what you are seeing is beautiful. Sometimes…
A couple of years ago, we found out that they were making a movie in my sleepy little home town of Rose Hill, NC. The movie that they were using part of our town for was the third Iron Man movie. Robert Downey Jr. and the Marvel cinematic universe moseyed into our little corner of North Carolina. The prop people turned the downtown area *which was very minimal* into a quaint little Tennessee town. Forgot to mention that they changed the state to Tennessee but kept the town name. Nevertheless, there are glimpses that we can notice in our every day lives in Rose Hill since the movie makers left town. One specific part that casts itself casually into my periphery every time that I pass it is a converted store front. The store never existed in our town but every time that I see it, I wish that it would have. I see that that the store would have sold comics and other things to fuel adolescent hobbies. Maybe I wouldn’t have felt so alone in my comic collecting if the store had existed back then. Maybe I’d be the owner of it by now. All I know is the visceral longing for something that never was. The only thing that I do know is that the exterior facade of a store that never was still resides on Church St. in Rose Hill, NC.
Robert Downey Jr Iron Man promotional Image by and attributed to Edgar Meritano – Publicada en wikipedia, author sent original by email, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4008669
Toby’s Hobby Shop Photo credit to Chris Brown. 2017.
When I usually hear the word evanescent, I am reminded of the early 2000s hard rock band but today I can only visualize a sunset that I witnessed last night. It was so beautiful that I had to stop on the side of the road and take a picture to show off God’s wonder with others.
The capitol of the United States state of Tennessee is the fifth largest city in the United States and is home to many of America’s most famous sites and scenes. Besides being home to the Gibson guitar company and housing offices for all four major music labels (due primarily to the fact that Nashville is the second largest music producing center (second to New York City, New York, USA)), this ‘home of country music’ is home to countless celebrities but on a recent trip to this musical mecca; I found myself wanting to visit just one place: the Nashville Antique Archeology store.
As a long time fan of the TV show “American Pickers”, I was intrigued to see some of the items that Mike and Frank had ‘picked’ throughout the years. I more than anything just wanted to see if it was all real (or was like other reality shows (ie Pawn Stars) was less reality and more of a staged ‘not-so-real’ity show. I was pleased to see that the building was in fact real and upon entering the store began seeing the picked treasured that I had seen on TV. The sad reality of the business was that the store was less of an antique store to most of its visitors and more of a popular tourist destination. A tourist destination that is complete with T-shirts, stickers, mugs and lots of other things that whatever selected portion of the 14.1 million people that visit Nashville annually want to purchase. The extremely popular TV show’s store front is extremely popular with Nashville’s visitors and I fell right into that category (complete with touristy T-shirt and stickers purchases).
As you can see, the items that they have picked during the shows duration are real (although priced ridiculously high) and as far as I can tell (added to the ten minutes I spent researching on Google); the show is actually real. So…thank you Mike and Frank. You keep on picking America, and I’ll keep watching. Now I just have to figure out an excuse to go to Iowa. 🙂
Love, peace, and chicken grease;