Huntington, West Virginia
This is a shot of a storage building behind a local restaurant, being a very creative use of a mural to add value to the storage building. It bothers my eyes to the point that I had intended to not use it at all but then this hayfever-like problem has kept me inside. If you look at the roof in the shot, you can see it's sharp, however the mural does not appear to be focused and this doesn't set well with my eyes. Maybe the optical illusion is just me. Well, still moving slowly and staying out of the weather, so updates will continue to be a bit slow for the near future.
I watched a good documentary on the life of J.D. Salinger, the author of Catcher in the Rye. I was surprised to find that my mental image of Salinger was (nearly) completely wrong. For some reason, I had this idea that he wrote the book and then took the money and lived on a New England farm where he never penned another story, living just outside of a town that was very protective of him. Living a Wendell Berry-like life (without the public appearances), where he enjoyed farm life and had friends, neighbors, and townsfolk over for movies in his living room every week. Don't know where this came from, but some of the details had bits of accuracy (like watching movies) but largely the image was inaccurate according to the documentary Salinger. I understand the documentary wasn't well received in all circles but I found it interesting to watch. The message from the film is that Salinger did continue to write, nearly being an obsession to him. He had a writer's building built away from the main house and he created a large amount of unpublished work that was turned over to a literary estate to be published after his death (nothing has been published as of yet). One surprising part is that he was viewed as a recluse but really was not. He just tightly controlled his exposure and was not widely photographed and this enabled him to move about somewhat without easy detection. Considering the number of unstable readers the book seemed to attract, it was no wonder he became as he was.