I don’t think it was the years of football. It was probably track. Baseball had something to do with it.
Seems my knee, surgically repaired in April, got homesick for the surgeon.
The MRI tells a tale of more torn things. I didn’t know there were more things to tear. It all happened when I said, “What?” A slight turn to the right and my knee became a Rice Krispy Treat. Mileage…
That’s what the doctor said. And I was so careful all these years to have my oil changed and the tires rotated. Sometimes maintenance ain’t enough. So, what to do?…
Grab the camera and get to The River before I can’t grab or go. Certain banks leading to the water are a whole lot steeper than they were in July. I might be coming to the end of The River assignment. Not because of the gradual slopes, but because. Just because. It’s not boredom. I’v e never been bored. Even when I was in required committee meetings at the campus. Not even in Faculty Senate meetings where we spent seven years discussing if we should have a plus or minus grading system. I digress…
As I set up the tripod I thought of Ruth Bernhard and how she taught camera owners to become photographers. “Once you have made an exposure look all around. Look up. Look down.” So…
I left the tripod in its same spot and rotated the head. I was reacquainted with “Heart Rock.”
