January Fog
Early foggy morning here in Macon:
at the end of an endless night…”
—Ani DiFranco, Letter to a John
This stillness was shattered a few moments later by sirens; fire trucks and an ambulance racing to a scene nearby. I was walking into the other room, only caught the lights in the fog for a moment, and had no way to reset the camera in time to get the brigade going by outside — shame to be that close and not capture a moment of the community doing something to help one of its own.
Been one of those weekends around here. The live version of that amazing Ani song has been rattling around my head the past few days, and happened to be what was playing on the stereo (apologies to the neighbors) when I shot this photograph. I think it’s going to headline the album of songs I put together for my niece’s tenth birthday.
If you haven’t recently — or haven’t at all — give it a listen. “Why I don’t wear a suit” in seven minutes and fifty seconds, more eloquently said than I ever could.
