true story from last week

i couldn't tell anybody, because then they wouldn't let me take the car anymore...

but i'm a little foot-loose and fancy-free, when it comes to photography. 

i drove "in-land" to find the perfect road. there it was - 

i've been eyeing this one for a couple of years. it's near Wild Turkey Drive. 

i had my canon rebel with me, and my fancy new lens, so i was all set to photograph. 

i pulled the sports-car into the desolate street, decided i should turn around for a fast get-away - 

but the road was so crude, and the convertible car so impractical- i slid right into the ditch. 

in doing so, i looked up, and saw the sign "enter at own risk" and laughed...

only me, man. only fucking me. i never got any good photographs - 

because i spent the next half hour knowing i'd get out - 

i seriously was not worried a drop, but knew it was

a slightly creepy and/or dangerous scenario...

and it's my job to keep things calm around here

to not let either of my boys see me frightened

EVER. if i pledge one thing, it is to relax.

then, i promise, it will all work out. it will. 

i spun the wheels a lot

tried many different angles 

hell, i even put it in neutral and 

tried to push it up the scrubby hill

this is futile, i thought, but it's fine...

people started to arrive-

saw me from the road, "struggling"

first a "normal" looking guy, then a clunky

unmarked, spray-painted, backwoods 

truck with shirtless, tan men.

the men in the truck looked 19 feet tall from my stance and spoke minimal - 

they nodded when "normal" let them know he got me out. 

my son and i high-tailed it to the swamp for a peaceful walk with 2 fresh coca-colas. 

point is - i didn't get any photos, so i, of course, went back to the scene. i took these snapshots with my iphone, so they aren't "quality" at all, just a way for me to remember me and jordan's little secret. his first photography assignment, and my most-favorite.