Jolting

Oct 11

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Yuma Quartermaster Depot, Yuma, Arizona
 


from known to unknown
old wheels creaking and groaning—
journeying music
 
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Jolting journey to a better place…
 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Posted on October 11, 2014, in 5-7-5, Arizona, Blue Monday, Carpe Diem, Shadow Shot Sunday 2, Six-Word Saturday, Sunday Scribblings 2, Yuma, Yuma Quartermaster Depot and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 31 Comments.

  2. Debbie Smyth | October 11, 2014 at 2:15 am

    Wear your seat belt 🙂

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  3. Judy | October 11, 2014 at 3:40 am

    Let the good times roll!

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  4. Jim | October 11, 2014 at 7:37 am

    🙂 Reminds me of the old corn picking wagons we had on the farm. The horses walked the same pace as a fast picker picked. I was playing inside a two wheel trailer hitched behind Dad’s wagon. He was a good corn picker, I never made the grade.

    I hope you have a faster truck/lorry than the one you showed if you are using it to move.
    ..

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  5. Karen S. | October 11, 2014 at 8:31 am

    How does that saying go, oh yeah, the wheel that squeaks the most gets greased!

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  6. Ralph | October 11, 2014 at 8:43 am

    We are pretty soft these days, complaining about ‘bumpy’ roads as the A/C is set on high and foam seats cushion our backs riding on asphalt. Back then it was wooden wheels with no springs on dusty roads without windows. We complain as they had hope and no amount of courage to move west of St Louis in wagon trains. The creaky wagon wheels meant a challenge all pioneers will willing to tackle…

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  9. Chèvrefeuille | October 11, 2014 at 12:25 pm

    Awesome … great photo …

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  10. Sallie (FullTime-Life) | October 11, 2014 at 1:01 pm

    A history of western migration in a beautiful picture and perfectly measured syllables.

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  11. Ron. | October 11, 2014 at 2:09 pm

    Great shot, cool ku, teacherman; I can hear the creak, feel the thud. Bravo.

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  12. restlessjo | October 11, 2014 at 2:53 pm

    ‘Journeying music’. I like that! 🙂

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  13. Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio | October 11, 2014 at 4:22 pm

    I can just imagine riding that wagon and not just the creaks and groans, but the rocking and rolling that is unique to it.

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  14. Mlissabeth | October 11, 2014 at 5:49 pm

    I like the positive nature of your six words, and the journeying music reference.

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  15. Tonya Jastad | October 11, 2014 at 7:24 pm

    Great photo! I would not want to ride in that mode of transport though.

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  16. oldegg | October 11, 2014 at 8:33 pm

    It is good to go on such a ride to slow down, relax and really see the world. The creaking and groaning and the clip clop of the hooves is music indeed.

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  17. bevbaird | October 11, 2014 at 8:45 pm

    What wonderful old wagon wheels. love th shadows and the haiku!

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  18. jae rose | October 12, 2014 at 12:13 am

    I can hear them..yep….on a cobbled road with a huffing horse and a cold breeze….music that is well, magical!

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  19. BLOGitse | October 12, 2014 at 12:54 am

    hm….old days are back again 🙂

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  20. Ron. | October 12, 2014 at 4:19 am

    Teacherman’s Photogenic Wagonwheel

    It takes me home, somehow, to the
    creak and thud of Saturday afternoons
    half a century past; takes me back
    —don’t ask me how, or why—
    to an un-mown corner lot, an hour’s
    trudge from home, across the road
    from my first school.
    I can’t recall
    who lived there, or why I came to
    visit. I don’t believe I ever stepped
    inside; but I remember the day,
    the lot, the almost dead mid-summer
    grass, burnt to a crisp, crunching
    underfoot.
    I don’t know what it is
    about his photo that would do this.
    I guess that’s what they do. I guess
    the lens is poetry.
    The wagonwheel,
    singing in its own special shadow,
    calls to the photographer’s eye.
    The image, insistent, demands.
    The shutter’s clicked. The poem is
    written.
    I wrote, once, long ago,
    about wheels rimmed with rust
    and all the grey and ancient boards
    of my father’s dream farm; about
    how they echoed in agreement
    when, visiting for the first time,
    I looked around and knew.
    He’s
    long since gone, the farm abandoned
    —again—and the barn collapsed, but still
    I can see those wheels, leaning.

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    • magicalmysticalteacher | October 12, 2014 at 5:25 am

      No one (besides me, of course!) has ever written a poem in response to one of my photos. I’m glad that the photo awakened memories, and nudged you back to your writing desk. I feel honored to be part of your creative journey. Thank you.

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  21. Colleen | October 12, 2014 at 10:31 am

    A very impressive history is in that shot.

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  23. NatureFootstep Photo | October 12, 2014 at 11:29 am

    that´s a great place to hide from the strong sun.

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  24. Karen, Pixel Posts | October 12, 2014 at 11:00 pm

    Music is a must on any journey!

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  26. Sally | October 13, 2014 at 6:27 am

    You’ve proved that old can be beautiful. Thanks.

    Have a Beautiful Blue Monday!

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  27. julietwilson | October 13, 2014 at 7:13 am

    I like the angle in this shot…

    Juliet
    http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com

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  29. LaVoice | October 13, 2014 at 3:45 pm

    Thanks again for a great old memory. I have ridden in one just like this many times when growing up. That is all we had back in my days. Y ou do so well with all your finds.

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  30. adaspoetryalcove | March 13, 2015 at 2:17 am

    Wonderful traveling music!

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