That is a photo of Charlotte NC that I took from a beautiful peaceful and surprisingly quiet park near downtown. I think it was called the 4th ward Park. LOVE it and Charlotte.
Another gray day. If it isn't actively raining it's cloudy. :-(
Mary, of Out My Front Door published a great blog Monday regarding random things of meaning to her. In it, she mentioned smells etc and I in my comment almost had a blog there. I was talking about the "time machine" that fragrances are to me. I mentioned this phenomena several times in the old MSN blog.
Smells, fragrances if you will are very evocative at least to me. I told Mary that the smell of hot tar, asphalt then, takes me back to a sliver of time when I was five years old. I was deposited with my cousin Richard outside a grocery store while my aunt, Richard's mother was inside. We were out there perhaps half an hour..maybe..not sure but it was as HOT a summer's day as you can get in Roanoke any given summer. We were outside the city at the time I am speaking of..grocery day.. however, a more rural area and I recall a two lane road. But of course in the ancient days, all roads were two lanes except for the occasional three laner. *smile*
As I said. Hot. And the smell of hot asphalt rose and took charge of our nostrils! Me and Richard were miserably hot..dying of thirst and eventually we were able to get a coin apiece to get a coke out of the machine that was too warm and was like drinking Tabasco sauce might be if you did such a thing.
To this very day as I drive somewhere and catch the smell of tar or asphalt I am mentally transported to another time and another place in a life that has gone with amazing speed to this point where I sit and tap this put.
Smelling the oils (Naptha oil??) that used to be put (maybe they still are in public places, dunno) on wooden floors takes me straight to my grandmother's beautiful home in Roanoke. Her floors gleamed like glass always. I can smell coal in the air as I think back- as coal was the most used method of heating and Roanoke had quite the rail yards for transporting coal in and out. There was a railroad called N&W that we saw and heard if we were in the right part of the City.. Norfolk and Western, long defunct now I think. When we were at our cabin in Summers at Glenvar, we heard it all of the time and me and my brothers walked on the trestle over the Roanoke River. The brothers, 8 and 10 years older than I would lay their ears along the track listening for a train. Then we would make our way along the track to the other side. Gives me the jimjams to think about now. I was really little.
Grapevine ropes to swing on out over the Roanoke River and dropping like a rock down into the water, my brother cracking his head open on a rock as he dropped off the vine into the river and 20 stitches in it...those were the days indeed.