In Praise of Dawdling Time

I spent five days camping where this was my view–the Tombigbee River. When I go off in my camper, I forget about my so-called normal life–schedules, demands, writing, bills. That’s the point of a get-away, after all. My camper life is one of driving curvy roads through the countryside, photographing long-abandoned houses and buildings, reverently strolling old cemeteries and taking photographs of headstones. Setting in a lawn chair and considering life, watching bugs, studying the light on the ...