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.