The group, six of us, squeezed into her station wagon, and off we went. We went to scrap yards and old delapidated buildings. We took shots of funky metal mounds of aluminum, and mountains of metal shavings, and tornados of coiled copper tubing. We shot buildings, and signs, and doors, and manhole covers, and broken out windows in abandoned houses, and wildflowers growing beside metal fences.
We spent time in silence, and time all talking at once. We ate lunch at a funky little market on a back street in Charlotte, and grabbed an ice cream at the Smelly Cat Coffee House. It was a day well spent.
Leaving was hard. Everyone wanted the sempatico to continue on throughout the night. But, alas, life calls, school calls, work calls, pets call, home calls. And this evening, as my energy wains, I crave genuine creative companionship and communication with like-minded people, and a tall glass of fine wine.
