The beard came back for a couple of weeks. The look, intentionally lost two years ago, set aside to remind, with each look in the mirror, of a new direction. Even those who cultivate their looks the least still cultivate a bit. So I find it OK to say that it came back looking gray and posed for me as too old, too soon. I decided to let it go again and trade the waft of fuzz for the daily scrape of razor.
Before I shaved it on down, I meant to take a selfie that day, maybe at the park in the golden light. But I forgot until that night, so shot in the near dark at band practice. The band, by the way, was sounding great. But a wise man once told me… “It’s not how you SOUND, it’s how you LOOK.”
We had a tiny bit of work to do at the Kitty Hawk job site this week, and made an overnight trip out of it.
I’ve been passing by the Wright Brothers National Memorial all my life and never stopped until today.
It was an inspiring visit. If you go, be sure to listen to the presentation by the park ranger – he tells a good story.
I love the Art Deco monument.
…and especially enjoyed the bronze sculptures.
…and especially little details of the bronze sculptures.
but, why does it seem like there are ZOMBIES everywhere you go these days? Case in point:
After our visit to the memorial, we ate lunch at the best little out-of-the-way restaurant, The Salt Box Cafe.
Our meal was excellent, but I didn’t photograph the food. The rest of the photos were shot on the way home:
The well moored boat.
The gorgeous collard field in Currituck.
The farmer was selling them for $1.50 a plant.
Farther down the road…
Cotton fields near Zuni, VA.