Killer View

I just wanted to share this photo- my dad took it with his spiffy camera during their visit a few weekends ago. This is the view from my front porch, even though my dad did use the zoom lens. I live south of Atlanta, not anywhere near the mountains, but every time I step out my front door and see this scene, it makes me feel like I'm right dab in the middle of the north Georgia mountains. We don't know where this is, we've never been able to figure it out. At night and in the early morning, we can see lights here and there, but we don't know what they're from. A factory? A billboard on the interstate? Farmland? Some quaint little town? I have no idea and probably will never know, it's too far away and we really have no idea how to track it down. But I like pretending it's some cozy little hideaway in the hills, and every morning when I go out to get the newspaper in the pitch dark I take a moment to look over there and see the twinkling lights. I can see it even now, surrounded by the haze of the settling dusk, as I look out the office window. It's a gray round hulk against the backdrop of the evening sky. Better yet, I don't have to share this view with anyone else in the neighborhood because only our house sits on this part of the hill and faces that direction. So it's my own little secret world. Thanks, dad, for the great photo!