No More Looking Back

Leaving Lee and entering Scott County, the view doesn’t tell half the story.

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The Same Old Stray

Another shot of the stray at Leeman Field.

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Stray

Stray

Originally uploaded by kilgorebrian13

An abandoned little dog who follows me while I walk at Leeman Field. Mangy, flea ridden and sickly, all she wants is a little attention.

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Another Sign

Here is another sign. This one was on a locked gate to the tennis court. The mayor must be busy keeping track of all the keys and safety chains for Leeman Field.

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Sign

This is another sign I saw at the entrance to Leeman Field. It begs a couple of questions.

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The Neighborhood

We live in the middle of Pennington Gap, Va. This is in Lee County, the Oxycontin capital of the country. Drugs are bought and sold more or less openly all over town. Many of our neighbors, former and present, have done or are doing time for selling drugs. Strung out bums wander the street, and I don’t like to walk after dark because I simply don’t feel safe.

On several occassions, I have found empty boxes of pseudoepineferin in front of our house. The other day, I found this lying at the steps up from the street. I left it there. Someone might need it.

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Post and Chain

I originally shot this in color, but the black and white seemed to work better.

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Pool

Pool

Originally uploaded by kilgorebrian13

Early morning at Leeman Field

We’ve started walking together, Gerda and I, before breakfast at Leeman Field. It beats the Middle School track, and there is lots of things to photograph in the early light.

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The Kippen König

The Kippen König walked by the house a few days ago, head down and looking for kippen.  This is German for cigarette butts.  The König, which is German for king, has been around a while. I don’t recall when we noticed him for the first time.  He is an older man – small, thin, and unkempt.  In the summer months he’s mostly just plain dusty.  He’s alone now, but one summer a couple of years ago he had a wretched looking woman trudging along beside him.

The König looks for cigarette butts he either stuffs into his pocket or lights up then and there.  In the morning he walks toward Food City, then comes back up Morgan Avenue heading west.  In good weather he might make this round twice.  I don’t know where he lives, but I have seen him in Jonesville, ten miles down the road.

One day I saw the König with his queen and a young girl. They were sitting around the Middle School, chowing down on something from MacDonald’s.  I didn’t think much of it at the time; the girl looked like she was spending the day with her down-on-thier-luck grandparents.  Maybe she was.  The Kippen König is Sam’s father.  Before Sam moved away he worked part time stocking shelves at Food City.  Sam studied French for a year in Paris. That’s Paris, France. Not Paris, Tennessee.  Sam was ashamed of his father.

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