![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I started to do a photo-meme from Camlina, but I decided it was taking too long, and I wasn't going to spend my one and only life trying to decide on my favourite food or figure out if I have a celebrity crush, just to show you all interesting photographic representations of them.
However, while hunting, I found this guy Holden Richards's flickr, with lots of really excellent b/w pictures of central North Carolina. Check it out:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/holdenrichards/4560468544/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/holdenrichards/4463958433/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/holdenrichards/3549241043/ (last is my favourite)
Anyway, updates: life goes on. Still waiting to hear about the postgrad, but it's looking unlikely for this year. Still trying to figure out what to do with the Rest of My Life -- or even the rest of this year, this summer, this month, this week. Tomorrow. I go to work and then I come home and I'm not really sure what happens in between anymore.
I've been meaning to write, though, about going to and from work. Part of my walk is through this little grassy plain that is sort of half golf course, half public green, all criss-crossed with paths and a bike trail. It's making me sort of re-evaluate my feelings about golf courses -- or at least it's putting some constraints on my previously unconditional hatred of them.
For the most part, of course, golf courses are horrific, elitist, environmentally-destructive affairs that flood their local landscapes and watercourses with fertilizer and their local economies with crappy, low-paying service jobs. This, however, is a truly public space. I mean, it's not a full golf course -- I don't really know how that works, but it is only short-shot holes on it, no long drives or anything like that -- but it is certainly a golf course of some form, and it's always covered in golfers now that the weather is warm. Furthermore, it is covered in all sorts of people playing golf. Sure, most of them are still old men and young jackasses, but in comparison to most golfers (and believe me, I have seen plenty), there is a stunning social diversity among the players -- women and children and punky teenagers and dreadlocked hippies. Really. And all of it interspersed with non-golfers frolicking and sunning themselves and running their dogs through the grass, with nobody telling them not to even though there are non-golfing public greens on either side of this one. I like it.
However, while hunting, I found this guy Holden Richards's flickr, with lots of really excellent b/w pictures of central North Carolina. Check it out:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/holdenrichards/4560468544/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/holdenrichards/4463958433/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/holdenrichards/3549241043/ (last is my favourite)
Anyway, updates: life goes on. Still waiting to hear about the postgrad, but it's looking unlikely for this year. Still trying to figure out what to do with the Rest of My Life -- or even the rest of this year, this summer, this month, this week. Tomorrow. I go to work and then I come home and I'm not really sure what happens in between anymore.
I've been meaning to write, though, about going to and from work. Part of my walk is through this little grassy plain that is sort of half golf course, half public green, all criss-crossed with paths and a bike trail. It's making me sort of re-evaluate my feelings about golf courses -- or at least it's putting some constraints on my previously unconditional hatred of them.
For the most part, of course, golf courses are horrific, elitist, environmentally-destructive affairs that flood their local landscapes and watercourses with fertilizer and their local economies with crappy, low-paying service jobs. This, however, is a truly public space. I mean, it's not a full golf course -- I don't really know how that works, but it is only short-shot holes on it, no long drives or anything like that -- but it is certainly a golf course of some form, and it's always covered in golfers now that the weather is warm. Furthermore, it is covered in all sorts of people playing golf. Sure, most of them are still old men and young jackasses, but in comparison to most golfers (and believe me, I have seen plenty), there is a stunning social diversity among the players -- women and children and punky teenagers and dreadlocked hippies. Really. And all of it interspersed with non-golfers frolicking and sunning themselves and running their dogs through the grass, with nobody telling them not to even though there are non-golfing public greens on either side of this one. I like it.
