Travels With A Shortbed

Park view from the bed

This is a simple series of photos that all include my dads Ford shortbed truck. When he passed away in 2024 the truck came to me, and I decided to snap some photos of it here and there with one of his cameras. This turned into a tribute of sorts to my dad, who loved photography and traveling, among many other things.

Are You Alright?

Lucinda Williams

With this song the lyrics are almost incidental to the longing heartbreak Lucinda Williams infuses with every word she sings. She is an American treasure.

Are you all right?
All of a sudden you went away
Are you all right?
I hope you come back around someday
Are you all right?
I haven’t seen you in a real long time
Are you all right?
Could you give me some kind of sign?

Are you all right?
I looked around me and you were gone
Are you all right?
I feel like there must be something wrong
Are you all right?
‘Cause it seems like you disappeared
Are you all right?
‘Cause I’ve been feeling a little scared
Are you all right?

Are you sleeping through the night?
Do you have someone to hold you tight?
Do you have someone to hang out with?
Do you have someone to hug and kiss you?
Hug and kiss you
Hug and kiss you

Are you all right?

Are you all right?
Is there something been bothering you?
Are you all right?
I wish you’d give me a little clue
Are you all right?
Is there something you want to say?
Are you all right?
Just tell me that you’re OK
Are you all right?
‘Cause you took off without a word
Are you all right?
You flew away like a little bird
Are you all right?
Is there anything I can do?
Are you all right?
‘Cause I need to hear from you
Are you all right?

Are you sleeping through the night?
Do you have someone to hold you tight?
Do you have someone to hang out with?
Do you have someone to hug and kiss you?

Hug and kiss you
Hug and kiss you
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
Are you all right?

Written by: Lucinda Williams

Album: West

Released: 2007

Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

Windstorm, Tree Planting and The Brothers

We are mowing around this section of windstorm damage until we have the time to attack it with chainsaws. It has become its own little ecosystem but attracts and holds too many bugs to keep.

It has been a busy quarter since I last wrote about our acreage at the end of March. There have been a few damaging windstorms, leaving multiple branches on the ground, along with a few entire trees. The tornado warning went off in our nearby little town during one storm, and as I walked out of the garage to head for the house I looked to the west and all I could see was a churning wall of blackness about to hit us. I instinctively stepped backwards into the garage when it hit. Soil from the fields, rocks from our lane and road and branches from our trees all crashed into our buildings at once. After the first wave I made it to the house where Shelly and I (and the dog) rushed to the basement. After around twenty minutes we emerged to a mess, inside and out. A layer of soil covered everything in our dinning room, having blown in through the western facing windows left open. Some neighbors lost trees as well, and a local barn to our east was flattened.

The crops are, of course, all planted now and the annual wall of green corn is growing up around the place. Our garden is looking good, but not producing anything yet. We planted the first layer of a windbreak to our west, consisting of pine trees and lilacs. To the east of the house we planted some apple trees, and a few other trees for shade.

We discovered toads hopping around by mid-May, and now have the usual assortment of dragonflies, lighting bugs, butterflies, moths and biting flies, all here by early June. Birds on the acreage have included robins, bluejays, woodpeckers, sparrows, wrens, orioles, hummingbirds, finches, redwing blackbirds, crows, swallows and occasional birds of prey flying overhead that cause all the others to freeze in place like statues. The planes that fly over us here on the acreage are crop dusters, experimental craft/kits and Piper types. Jets are rare enough that they make one look up as they pass over.

Finally, we still have the two brothers with us, Sammie the cat and Dice the dog. They have grown up together and are best buds. When I am outside working they will follow me from project to project, both finding a shady spot to observe, supervise and nap.

The Roundup

Encounters: We recently returned from a vacation along the North shore of Lake Superior where we encountered the fabled “Minnesota Nice” attitude of the locals. We have vacationed in various parts of that state several times over the years and usually encounter the same smiling, friendly outward appearance from residents, minus the moody teenagers, of course.

Read: I am currently rereading the book “In No Time at All” By Carl Hamilton, first published in 1974, about many aspects of farm life in Iowa between 1910 and 1940. From the Amazon review blurb: “Those who grew up in rural Midwest America from 1910 to 1940 may remember and share the hundreds of recollections Carl Hamilton compiles in ‘IN NO TIME AT ALL. However, most of those folks who are still left, are well into their eighties and soon no one will remember first-hand. First writing for his children and grandchildren, Hamilton uses refreshing vignettes and profuse illustrations to create a humorous and honest piece of nostalgia. IN NO TIME AT ALL recalls the familiar trappings of country life between two world wars and, with a tinge of regret, commemorates their passing. Everything is here – the poetry of early mornings before the countryside awakens, the poverty of the Depression, the delights of the Fourth of July, and the drudgery of endless farm chores. Farmers “built the barn before the house,” once-a-week bathing was considered adequate, the main parking problem was getting near the popular grocery store, the “wish books” (catalogs) created unfulfilled expectations, and foreclosure and sheriff’s sales were death blows to Depression-weary farmers? During that era, on a midwest farm, the kitchen range was the heart of the home, necessities included carpet beaters, soapstones, curtain stretchers, and flatirons. Corn was planted when the oak leaves were as big as squirrels’ ears. If you didn’t grow vegetables, you didn’t have vegetables. Runaway Teams of horses terrified onlookers; and at least six hand operations were necessary to select and process open-pollinated corn. Phone service meant party lines and ringing central; The glamorous trains suffered from ”hot boxes” and “pulled couplings”; country kids came to school armed with a soggy sandwich, an apple, and a mashed-up cookie; The Model T rattled, vibrated, shook, shimmied, and occasionally kicked. Soap making called for ingredients at hand: lard, fat, and bacon grease. Read about a world gone by – It was as real as the world is today.”

Observed: Lake Superior. The waves, big clouds, sunshine, driftwood, beaches, little towns, forests, hiking, waterfalls, lighthouses, cliffs, and LOTS of dogs.

Website: Iowa Road Trip is a must-have on your device for both visitors to our great state of Iowa and locals wanting to do a little exploring.

Recipe: This isn’t a recipe this time, but a tip. We bought some local homemade maple syrup in Minnesota. The producer let us sample four different types, and the one we chose he recommended adding a little to morning coffee. So good.


Travels With A Shortbed

Ready To Roll

This is a simple series of photos that all include my dads Ford shortbed truck. When he passed away in 2024 the truck came to me, and I decided to snap some photos of it here and there with one of his cameras. This turned into a tribute of sorts to my dad, who loved photography and traveling, among many other things.