My thoughts these days are heavily occupied by the turmoil in Iran. With the claim of fraudulent elections, protests and demonstrations have broken out. A number of those protesting against the government have been killed and communication with the outside world is gradually being cut off. Phones and computers are being monitored by the government and journalists have been severely restricted, some arrested, at least one in hiding, and another is missing.
I am most impressed with the Iranian women, sometimes called shirzan, meaning lioness. They are right out there along side the men, sometimes leading, getting beaten and even killed all the same. Iran is a country of paradoxes, or at least perceived paradoxes from the outside. I will keep watching.But in the mean time, Morgan and I went and got some ice cream in the evening and in the midst of delighting in the creamy coldness, Morgan thought perhaps we should go on a drive. I wish I’d brought my camera because it was a fantastic drive indeed. We decided to go down a road we didn’t know and ended up who knows where, on both sides of the Kentucky River at different times (at least we think it was the Kentucky River), and we found the coolest abandoned barn, lost down a back road highway, shaded by a forest of trees. Across the road from it was perhaps a smokehouse, or something tiny with a chimney, and a long forgotten structure that surely had once been a home. We will definitely be going back, next time with a camera. In the midst of having no idea where the road was going, it eventually spit us back out onto highway 27 and we knew exactly where we were. It was wonderful.
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