Wednesday, August 3, 2005

ROUND ROBIN OASIS

"There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home..."

Several years ago I was on  a puddle jumper from Cincinnati to Lexington.  As we were landing at the Bluegrass Airport, we were coming in from the North.  As we approached, we were flying over Calumet Farm, the famous throughbred horse farm in Fayette Co, home to at least six Kentucky Derby winners.

The plane was very low, as the run way is directly across the highway from the farm.  The passengers on the plane were all pressed against the window glass.  Below us was a group of horses running under the plane, their beautiful sleek bodies stretched out  in full stride against the brilliant green grass.  Running, racing towards the blinding white washed fences trying to out run the plane.

There is nothing as beautiful as the central Kentucky bluegrass.

It is only when what we love is missing from our lives that we fully realize that what we love is also what we take for granted.

Never take beauty or love or being too familiar for granted.

This is my oasis.... 

 

The other Robins:

Aunt Nub...Fools Paradise POSTED!

Steven...(sometimes photoblog)

Phinney...Paragon

Maria...The Little Things POSTED!

Betty...My Day My Interests POSTED!

Alan...F-Stop

Derek...Picture of the Day

Karen...Musings from Mavarin POSTED

Promise...Promise Me

Monica...Mamarazzi POSTED!

Marie...Photographs Memories POSTED!

Danielle...Everybody Knows

redonionsauce...See America POSTED!

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

there is just something about coming home, the topography of your youth always is waiting to catch you unawares with longing
Marti  

Anonymous said...

wonderful shot and entry.

derek

Anonymous said...

Sounds wonderful...and yet, I can't help but wonder if I am better off because I've never had a "home". Never stayed anywhere long enough to miss it this way when we left.

Anonymous said...

I love that - the words and the picture.  When I was about to leave Syracuse and get married, I threatened to have a T-shirt made that said, "There's No Place Like Home (click click)."  I never did it.  But I've been thinking about Manlius lately....

Karen

Anonymous said...

(((Mary)))  At least home is within driving distance...  Lisa  :-]

Anonymous said...

Mary this is an amazing photo. I love horses, and I love kentucky Blue Grass. if I had my way, we would have that in our yard. Wonderful.

Always, Carly :)

Anonymous said...

Love the pic. I've never been to Kentucky and I am thinking that Kentucky might just be the next place I want to visit when I break my next piggy bank.

Anonymous said...

The first thing that I noticed was the beautiful sign.  I was a signpainter/maker, and working out of Anna, IL. for awhile.  We did a sign near Marion, KY. by taking the ferry across (from Cave in Rock) to the old Amish farm area to put up a sign, and then into Marion to the store where her son made furniture and she sold other goods.  Her name was Mrs. Wheeler I believe.  Very beautiful area.     mark

Anonymous said...

This was a beautiful entry and so true. I wish I could have seen that sight...but I almost did by the way you wrote it.

Anonymous said...

Very nice. So true. Nice photo too.

Take Care,
Gabreael
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Anonymous said...

How true! What a wonderful and meaningful entry.

Monica

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful Mary. The words and the picture. I think with all the horrible happenings going around J-Land lately, this is a wonderful reminder. Nothing can be taken for granted. Enjoy it while you have it. :-) ---Robbie

Anonymous said...

This entry plus the previous one about Louisville are the most wonderful ode.  My BH and I love to take weekend trips, usually wherever we can go in one day and back.  But yesterday I took one look at him, sitting naked in the bedroom recliner after his shower, the fan aimed right at him, and thought, "We've got to get to someplace cool, right now."  Within an hour we were on the road to Silver City, New Mexico, a few hours from here,  for an overnight.   Before we could even get out of town, we were at a dead standstill on the interstate; they closed it and it was another hour, sitting with the AC on in 102 degrees, before we got turned around by the sheriff, routed back to an exit, and were able to detour back onto the highway.  (When we got back this afternoon I read in the paper it was a hazmat incident.)   So when we pulled into 'Silver' (as the locals say), to see that clock on the bank proclaim 88 degrees was nirvana.  It was a lovely respite, but when we drove back over our state line, despite the heat,  I definitely felt the twinge that says 'home', probably because BH was so taken with the area he's talking retiring there and I my heart is unsure.
So, are you quitting your job and going back to KY???  *debbi*