
The field in the picture above abuts the Paris Glendenning Recreational Center (sounds fun!) , or what used to be known as Lion's Field. At the time I assigned the project the Recreational Center's fields were just a threat. I chose to document the tree because I was afraid it would be dozed over, and I wanted photos of this place where I had spent a lot of time with friends (and one furry pal). I'd lead them to the tree and we'd lie beneath it, talking about our existences, and how the decision to live in Frostburg was tangled into our lives in a way only people who have lived there can understand.
Happily, the tree (which is a locust) hasn't been dozed. I do my best to not only photograph it (once a year now), but to also spend some time with its furrowed bark, its neighboring brambles and ground hog dens. I try and remember all those conversations, and all that romping in the grass with Annabelle, Kim and Todd.
The other thing I do each time I'm there is wonder how many (if any) of my former students are still keeping their side of the bargain.
Anybody?
*My friend Kate says that this was a nearly abusive assignment in that I was asking the students to alter their lives for the class. I disagree with her, and wonder if this type of thinking is in part indicative of the difference b/t someone with and someone without tattoos?
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My grandfather and I used to take walks through the woods behind Lions Field and Frost Elementary during the summer. That's how I came to know this tree. We didn't sit underneath it and talk about deep things, but this place still brings back warm fuzzy memories for me, despite the new view of soccer fields. This tree certainly has good juju.
That is so cool. I love that project.
missing being the "ears" of a community, missing waxing rhapsodic, missing poetic communion with my brother
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