Here at the Pinion Ridge Rest Area, it is as good a place as any to finish this “One Month of Summer” series of journals. On the nature trail, I stopped at two separate ant hills. One is the same one I saw last time with huge red ants the size of rice grains. While I could not hold the phone still enough to record usable videos, I noticed in the slow-motion that it seemed like the ants were moving at average speed. I had to double-take to see if they were moving as fast as they appeared once the slow motion stopped. The ants on the other hill were far smaller and moved at the same speed as the slowed-down ants. The red ants took an immediate interest in my presence and wanted to crawl on me, while the others didn’t notice me.
Yesterday, as I drove past the dam and the torn-up and blasted landscape of the phosphate mine, I thought about the content I want to put here in the future. My thought is to do topically focused essays to make this site a magazine for whatever topics interest me. This is conceptually more appealing than random journal entries. I have tarried here for long enough and should get back. So, until next time.
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