Somewhere in Ohio
A couple of years ago, I took a photography trip with Dennis and Mike and was thinking about it yesterday when I ran across this photograph. I've been reading the journals of the late writer John Cheever. I have to say that I don't think I've ever read a book like it before. His writing style is such that you feel you are standing there in his shoes, seeing what he sees, sometimes even how the room smells. But there's lots of troubles in his life and I can't say it is a book that I'd recommend to everyone. With lots of the entries, I feel lost to the time and place he is explaining about. But I get this sense that the writer was one who loved good sentences and paragraphs, much like we love a good photograph and the journal was both a form of therapy as well as a sketchbook in which he practiced crafting his words and sentences. Maybe I'll add more later as it develops.