I've been MIA again...blame it on the kitchen remodel. It does interrupt my daily flow of life!
It's not that I haven't been taking pictures. I have.
It's not that I have nothing to say. I do.
I just think that my blogging groove is temporarily derailed. But, until I get back in the groove (I think I have at least 3 1/2 more weeks of disruption before I get to reclaim it as mine) I have this eccentric shot for you.
I always photograph this truck when we go up to the Taos Ski Valley. This is in the village of Arroyo Seco and this truck belongs to the Arroyo Seco Mercantile Store. It still runs. It's a 1950 Chevy 3600 pick up truck.
We, as a collective group of human beings should reconsider how we treat things that are old and run down. My friend Paddy, he's 90 years old and his memory is sharper than any of us. His left leg is swollen and causing him grief. The doctor doesn't seem to be terribly concerned about finding out what is causing this swelling and pain. Doesn't even want to test for things like pulmonary embolism, for what can be done if it were? It seems that once you are deemed old by the medical profession, less effort is put forth to diagnose and administer appropriate treatment. It's like becoming the living dead.
Uh oh...I've written myself into a corner! I dont' want to end this post on this note, but at any rate, keep reminding yourself to stay connected to your sense of humanity. Treat others as you would like to be treated. It's too easy to loose sight of!