Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Deep Lane


I took this picture last week, in the late afternoon, in Amagansett, down the road a couple of miles south of our house here. Deep Lane is the most beautiful name for a road I've ever heard, I think: the two monosyllables, the two long vowels, with the higher pitched vibration of the 'e' and the more soothing relaxation of the throat required to produce 'a.' And then there are the suggestions of the words themselves: the road is deep because it dips, just before the patch you see here, but it might also be deep in the country, or deep in memory or in one's regard, or it might carry one deep into -- what? And "lane," doesn't that speak for itself? A lane is modest, it doesn't go anywhere of note, it's unimportant in the larger scheme of things. "Lane" speaks of domesticity and familiarity, a kind of ease. "Lane" is to "road" as "cottage" is to "house."

Those are part of a flock of sixteen or so wild turkeys; the others are off to the left, down in a little clearing. I've never seen so many together at once.

The dark object in the lower right hand corner is the front left fender of my car: I stopped while the turkeys continued, in groups of three or four, joining the flock.

3 comments:

Elisabeth said...

What a restful image, the stuff that dreams are made of . It has a late afternoon feel as if the sun is just beginning to dip. And I agree with you about the name of this place. It's resonant of homeliness, and the natural world. Thank you, Mark.

TaraDharma said...

lovely scene. the turkeys look prehistoric. the country side and sky are, as Elisabeth says, the stuff that dreams are made of.

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