Sunday Photos: Take A Slow Ride
I talked with this gentleman as we watched the courthouse lawn being decorated for Christmas.

Main Street in Bandera wasn’t very crowded so I asked him how business was going. He laughed and said, “Not many people want to go 4 miles an hour.”

It may be Tuesday, but here are the Sunday photos. When the destination is the ride, I don’t mind going 4 miles an hour.
Photograph something you love in a way that gives you joy, or challenges you, or wakes you up to how amazing life can be, because if you don’t feel it, not only will no one else feel it, but what’s the point? — From The Contact Sheet, October 18, 2020 by David duChemin. Subscribe at MyContactSheet.com. I highly recommend it.
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The gentleman’s right. Plenty of people think zero to sixty is great, but zero to four? Why bother?
Your photos remind me of something my grandmother often said: “Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sit.”
The ability to just sit is becoming rarer and rarer. Although I have trouble with a lot of the details of Zen Buddhism, I think the concept of sitting meditation (Zazen) in Soto Zen has a lot of value. It’s amazing how hard (and ultimately valuable) it can be to “just sit.”
Loretta had an uncle, an old West Texas farmer. We went out to the farm a few times and I’d sit on the front porch with him as the rest of the family visited inside the house. It wasn’t unusual for the entire “conversation” we had to be Uncle Syl saying “Yup” when he recognized a pickup driving by and me saying “Um” in return. We just sat, and we both enjoyed it. And sometimes we had a beer.