At times just about everyone believes their hometown is/was lame, or may suffer from ‘the grass is greener’ syndrome. To be sure there are people who absolutely love their hometowns, but I think they’re lying, deluded, or have never been anywhere but their hometown; which is lame. Despite the occasional hometown malaise what is nice about living in your hometown or returning to it after a period of time, is seeing it grow. My town finally became large enough to support a public trail and most recently that trail opened a new pedestrian bridge over a busy thoroughfare. The trail follows a long removed spur of the Tidewater Southern Railroad through town. The trail has made a huge difference for those of us who run and spend a good deal of time on runs avoiding being flattened by cars. It’s also made a huge (I need a different word than huge) change in my perspective of my hometown. It feels much more comfortable; human. It now reminds me of places I have lived, larger and smaller, that had public trails. I loved those places because public spaces bring people out. Sauntering along a well designed and landscaped path is relaxing; strangers say hello; the community connects. This morning I hopped on my cruiser and snapped some photos. Proud of my town.
Irrigation canals run through various parts of town, harkening back to our agricultural base.
Found a shoe.
…and some grafitti.
Saw a bird. (Look closely)