Years of Indiscretion

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Unexpected Visitors ~ Groton MA ~ 23 July 2014
Unexpected Visitors ~ Groton MA ~ 23 July 2014

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HOWARD FINSTER’S PARADISE GARDEN - SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA

My journal entries from my visit are a complete mess because in I know in my mind at the time it seemed to me to be a place that perfectly put its pulse on all of what I love about America and much of what is wrong with it;

felt a little like a Djuna Barnes mix tape in that the seemingly different pieces come together slowly until it all makes sense (well for me - I don’t know if that really makes sense);  

a religiosity steeped in a man’s unwavering conviction in his own beliefs informed in some ways by his attitude toward our culture, politics, personalities perhaps.  I’m not sure that’s right.  I still don’t know what to think about it all, other than it was strange and beautiful and how it’s important to take the convictions of others seriously, even if they aren’t in line with my own (or infringe on them).  

Editor’s note: Howard Finster’s Paradise Garden is located at 200 North Lewis Street in Summerville, Georgia. Open Tues-Sat, 11am-5pm; Sun 1-5pm.

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Jon Creamer is a teacher and photographer, currently on sabbatical from the Groton School in Groton, MA, based in Providence, RI between his travels. More of his work can be seen at his website and on tumblr at years-of-indiscretion.tumblr.com.

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from The Meadow

Virga is when rain falls and fails to reach the earth, beautiful and useless as the vistas it elaborates. Most angels aren’t allowed to touch the ground. We pray for real rain to save the pasture; when it doesn’t come we pray for rain to keep the timber from burning. Dry lightning pokes at the timber’s green dress. Almost every summer there’s a major forest fire somewhere near. Every year we don’t disappear in fire we pray our thanks. The summer Lyle died, fires in Yellowstone four hundred miles away smoked us in so we couldn’t see the barn from the house. The sun was gone for weeks. It never did rain, though all summer long flotillas of sheepish clouds sailed in and tried to look like rain. They turned dark and sexual. They let down their hair, like brushstrokes on the air, like feathers of water, like the principle it was named for, sublime indifference its gesture, its lovely signature over us.


James Galvin

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