Jackie, the Gadsden County Times front office manager, would shriek when my lab-mix, Line, looked her in the eye. “Get that yellow-eyed dog to quit looking at me.” Jackie would not enjoy Eva’s gaze…
It struck me this morning that the park I walk through owes much of its existence to successive technologies. The streetcar technology (smokestack above) has been abandoned. The other technologies that undergird this public space are sewage collection and high voltage electrical transmission.Rivanna trail, winter weather.Geology and topography have graced the park with a river. So far, in our political wisdom, we have discouraged building in the river’s channel.The industrial and the natural features maintain an uneasy balance, remarkably it feels like a park.
Sophie died five years ago today. We’d been on our morning walk. Back at the house she died.
She lay in state for the day in her nest next to the window.Friends came to visit, say one last goodbye. Tears were shed.Sophie went the distance, she was almost 16.We buried her at sunset, planted a quercus robur on top her grave.This photo was taken November 17, 2015, the last made while she was alive.
