It was our first outing in weeks because of COVID-19, house repair appointments, health issues and, really a general malaise because of the Marx Brothers state of our nation. It wasn’t supposed to be a pleasure outing. Marilyn had an emergency date with the dentist. An excruciatingly necessary date with the dentist. The good news about the dentist is his office is adjacent to the Mumford River dam.
The Dental appointment was at least temporarily successful so we embarked on a photo shoot at one of our favorite places. The dam that actually welcomes you to Uxbridge. It’s a dam for all seasons. You can mark the seasons by the dam. The water levels immediately tell you if we’ve had much rain or if we are going through the dry, dog days of summer. This is a 3-dog-night hot summer in our sleepy little town.
A welcome summer breeze placated our thoughts about the pending drought. The flags adorning the bridge over our troubled waters flapped in unison. It had a Busby Berkley feel to it if you lined the flags up in tandem. Mother Nature is always a wonder choreographer. In my mind’s eye, I could see John Ford, George Stevens or Elia Kazan lining up master shots for a visual paean to patriotism. I could’ve shot all day if Marilyn hadn’t indicated maybe we had enough beauty shots to tell a few stories.
I was reluctant. I didn’t want to leave the wonder of a spot that never fails to impress and remind us of how lucky we are to live in a valley of such natural beauty. This is our home, but also our summer place. It reminds us to smile despite the awful and confused state of our nation, mired in nonsense that hopefully will change after these lazy days turn into autumn and the season beyond.
Nonsense? Maybe, but Groucho approves this message.