Doldrums

This blast of winter weather is most unfortunate. I am very tired of this winter...it has waxed too long.

"It shall be unlawful, illegal, and unethical to think, think of thinking, surmise, presume, reason, meditate, or speculate while in the Doldrums."

"In the Doldrums, laughter is frowned upon and smiling is permitted only on alternate Thursdays." 

Did anyone else have such thoughts as a child?

I came across a passage in On the Road that stuck a strong a chord with a memory from my childhood.

"I told Dean that when I was a kid and rode in cars I used to imagine I held a big scythe in my hand and cut down all the trees and posts and even sliced every hill that zoomed past the window. "Yes! Yes!" yelled Dean. "I used to do it too only different scythe--tell you why. Driving across the West with the long stretches my scythe had to be immeasurably longer and it had to curve over distant mountains, slicing off their tops, and reach another level to get at further mountains and at the same time clip off every post along the road, regular throbbing poles. ..."

Now...you might ask, "Why did that dredge up a childhood memory?"

Namesake Pictures

The name of the blog comes from an old folk song I first became aware of via Bill Callahan. However, as is evidenced by the number photos I have taken in such places, I realized that I myself quite enjoy being amongst the pines. There is something about wading around in the sea of peaceful trunks that is awe inspiring.