Traffic Count

I have no more idea why traffic is so low on this blog on Fridays anymore than I have an idea why, in most cities I have ever lived in or near, traffic is so much worse on Fridays.

Traffic, now that the new home construction down the road is coming to a close, is not so much on our gravel road. As a matter fact, there are times in the summer when flowers grow in the middle of the road. That’s rural!

The autumn leaves that fall on our single lane road become compressed by passing tires against the underlying mud (do you see any gravel here?) The resulting two-dimensional composition resembles a cave painting, or a fossilized compressed ancient artwork of pressed plant parts. (Image taken with iPhone app, Hipstamatic.)

Can iPhone photography contribute to real art or real journalism? See what Doug Thompson has to say about this question.

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About fred

Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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