I am I the midst of a movie drought. It has been almost two weeks since I have seen a single film. This happens sometimes, I’ll go through a burst and watch several all at once and follow it with a dry spell. I always tell myself while I’m on top of things that this isn’t going to happen anymore, that I will continue to obsessively eat up the celluloid. Yet it never fails.
I’ve not been putting this off, necessarily, so much as I was waiting until I had what I felt was the “perfect” blog to start this whole shebang off. Realizing that waiting for that is kind of like how people will say that they won’t have children until they can afford one, I’ll just jump right in and reintroduce myself.
“i write songs for those who see the face of god in dirt and rust and broken things. for those who love desolation and who make of it ceremony and song. for those who bear memory’s weight and who count the days of their youth in the blinking lights of distant radio towers and deserted intersections. who read in the crumbling names of towns on water towers the dispatches of passing seasons and forgotten heartbeats. for those who in dreams find great and unknowable mystery. who love words that sound upon their lips like secrets and sighs.”
Lost Cove is an abandon settlement in the mountains of North Carolina, just across the Tennessee border from Unicoi County. The last family to move out was in 1957, since then forest fires and vandalism have greatly deteriorated the settlement. Here is an article from a hike to the Lost Cove Settlement.