She spends most of the visit wanting to know the latest news, and because of things, she has a way now of elegantly and smoothly wading into a private pool of her own and gazing at my wife with such a look of love that one could say it's only with those not of this world. And then she looks over to me. I've been with those having started to leave this world and I wasn't aware of then what I am aware of now. It lasts a good long minute of the gazer soaking in an aesthetic unknown to all of us caught up in our daily routine and better health. They are in a nether world, and they do see things. They come from places and a time and memories that are invaluable. If we're really paying attention, they're showing us what we're missing.
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Here are some photographs gathered up over the last week of making the rounds of village life and restoration work around the covered bridge.
Close-up of the west concrete abutment and where the next trouble is hidden.
. . .and with his Smart Phone taking photographs to best see and locate the trouble.
A week later. . .now on the east side of the bridge (village proper side).
Note to town: our Fed Ex driver read this sign and surmised the bridge would be closed ONLY
for one day, "July 28."
Green River Bridge approaching from Green River village.
The crew of Peter Welch laying in the west wing stone wall, using native rock (already there) with a few longer tie-rock delivered by flatbed truck.
A tie stone properly placed.
Man and machine. Look closely — there's long level and string level being used.
You can't come in for awhile.
Back Road Chalkie
speaking the mind of a
backwoods, wily, once upon a time