Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Scenes From Shelbyville, Kentucky

I have the photos from Flashback Weekend, but I think I'll stay away from jovial posts for a day or so. Yesterday I mentioned that many readers may not be aware of the amount of stories I've written that are set in Shelbyville. "High Moon" and "I Said Nothing As The Horse Flew Away" in FIENDS BY TORCHLIGHT and "Things We Do At Night" in WITH WOUNDS STILL WET, plus several more in various small press magazines. The photos are of my grandmother's farm, I saw it last the weekend Katrina hit New Orleans. 88 acres of tobacco at one time, now a cul-de-sac full of people who think they are rich living around a man-made lake. My cousin Danny drove me there and snapped photos in black & white with me lurking in certain places. The color shots are mine. I swiped a brick from the chimney, its about my most prized possession, and I had sincerely hoped that after I pulled out the brick, the farmhouse would have imploded. Better than being razed for a two-dimensional subdivision...Wayne