Every morning, I stand outside with Em and wait for the bus with her. These were taken one morning when it was particularly serene, just before a storm. It seems as though it hasn’t stopped raining since.
Words and photographs from a Buttershug
Every morning, I stand outside with Em and wait for the bus with her. These were taken one morning when it was particularly serene, just before a storm. It seems as though it hasn’t stopped raining since.
We recently caught a break from the dreadful heat wave here in Cincinnati. Yesterday, it only got up to about 78° which meant open windows and actually being comfortable in a pair of jeans outside. The air conditioner didn’t turn on almost all day. It was a good day.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but Graceland didn’t really fit it. The house was beautiful on the outside and very gaudy 70s on the outside. The tourist ticket booth and shops are totally run down. They charge a small fortune to get in, so I’m not really sure where that money’s going but it certainly isn’t going into maintaining anything outside of Elvis’ actual property grounds. It definitely wasn’t a religious experience, just an experience.
Everyone should make this pilgrimage at least once in their lifetime. Though I’m not a huge Elvis fan, I live less than a day’s drive and there’s really no excuse for me not to go. Tacky as it was, I’m glad I made the visit.