i spent yesterday doing what i do, digging myself out of a hole i can't see. rounded up every frame and canvas in the house and had the added bonus of finding a few forgotten works. squaring away piles of stuff, now i have piles of piles. today kitchen and rumpus room and i'll be ready to hide under bed for the holidays.

richard and i went to see dave olney last night. dave is an old aquaintance from before the earth was cool. he played with a guy whose name i wish i could remember. just the two of them. some of the best music i have heard in aville. dave with rock solid rhythm guitar and beautiful vocal delivery, the guy on the telecaster complimenting him perfectly with impossible low moans, quiet feedback, transparant fluid lines of startling vertuosity. basic stripped down r&r and a hell of a lot of understated but clear passion.

and the songs: olney is indeed a master song writer, playing off the great american songbook with lyrics that seemed to beam themselves into the center of my head. seemless. all with a subtext of a lifetime on the planet, a wide awake observer of and participant in modern times, a member of the lost tribe of poets with roots going back to the now transfigured heavy duty era we were once lost in.

"if it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger."

in our lifetimes it has done both.

i'm in a rut with RAW. here is third image from same file. what fun.

still playing with RAW format. this image is from same file as the image below. whoopie.

this post is a test. i guess i will have to put blogger out to pasture. i've way exceeded the number of posts allowed, cannot access or modify the archive index page, or posts since april 07. want to see if i can post which i can if you are reading this.

there is a little more to it: above image was taken as RAW file. the format is used for print but i fooled around with it and and got this 36k jpg yay also made it to doc appt without insulin pump will try again tomorrow and i wonder what would happen if you googled "wwIII" and i'm going outside to remove A/c cause it's way past time to button up the bunker.

i am back. had a pleasant time visiting, altho as always it was a hurry up and wait situation. children and grandchildren doing great as far as i could tell, colliding with the world of one million things 9updated verbal description of maya; things have changed in the last few millenia,

my departure from aville was a classic, between rounding up stuff and stowing it in camper for first time and a slight swereve in medication which delayed and confused me, the one night i slept in camper i discovered, after dark, that i had forgotten sleeping bag and lantern. did without and spent a confortable night anyway. drive back, like drive down, was a new experience in 2001 dodge ram, great highway ride. when i got back after daer i realized sleeping bag rtc had not been forgotten but lifted from truck during the days here i was figuring out where to put things. no lock on camper which didn't seem very important. i only hope whoever got my stuff needs it and is using it, andwas not some kid acting out the outlaw.

so i decided to unload truck on arrival here and did so. couldn't find medicine and spent some time locating it. the last touch was to lose my keys so i went to bed and found then in the morning.

then yesterday my landlord pointed out that the camper door handle was covered by a plastic cover, under which was a ... keyhole. so it's off to the locksmith today, a few months late.

drove to outfitters discount w/ richard to replace missing stuff. we got totally turned around and did a grand tour of highway system, missed outfitters altho we must have passed right by it.

i mention all this as an example of the difficulty of keeping up with the world of "stuff". we are surounded, and can't circle the wagons because the wagons are what is surrounding us.

got back in town last nite. pleasant trip to visit children and grandchildren. at some point during sojourn, or maybe before, a lantern and sleeping bag and a day pack containing small cook stove and a bunch of batteries were lifted from the camper. of course with my scattered wits i figured i had left them home.

bent creek
from last week's outing.
reminds me of a joke i heard no it was a bluegrass song that wafted thru the media winds the other day. chorus went:
"i may not be broke
but i'm badly bent"
didn't make trip. mid case of something or another for two days.

i'm out of here back before end of week.

sat around noon packiong etc slowly ninian spent the night n the way to brevard. i'm running l al a la a tt ee.

[later]
pretty kryptic huh?
i was just getting ready to go when i started feeling not so good delayed trip until tommorrow. to make it even more confusing this is yesterday's post.
it's all good.

yesterday's excursion to deep dank overcast forest. i loved it. the celt in me i suppose.

played a lot of dobro while camped. i am more and more intrigued by this instrument,

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took foto this morning yancey county. i think i'm going into retreat mode and drive to chapel mon.

from saturday's trip to the parkway. i'm leaving in an hour to camp out in yancy county and maybe talk to a waterfall. back wednesday.

photo from douglas falls walk. today is dedicated to trip to big box for plywood and finishing camper. tomorrow i leave for camping in yancey county, fortress of solitude. later in week head for chapel hill and maybe points beyond.

i'm tired. very active 3-4 days, son eli dropped in, and friend t. headed west.

i'm closing down a blog that has been hanging around for awhile and never really took off, for "harry's 1960's" and while i was doing the image above i was thinking - or at least a thought was bouncing around - of what to put in it's place, like "gone fission".

so
ou sont les nuages d'hier
came to mind (floated to the top).

and traveling right behind it, the answer, an ah-ha moment:
"blowin in the wind".

well i've done my image a day so now i can get onto the nonoptional sublunary endless action reaction tasks, today concentrating on going thru the motions asleep and not caring. it makes it so much more productive.

nothing worse then going thru the motions and fighting it, trying to fix it.

nice photo. no idea when or where. found it in a folder named "oct5.07" so i thought i took i last week. but the id # is way earlier. think it came from a folder misplaced that i dropped into the right place.

one of the very few images you will ever see here not produced by myself. this one is courtesy of ashevegas by way of A girl who wears glasses.

pritchard park, local hangout of the dispossessed. if i existed as a worker bee in an office, i would start an office pool: what date will this space be occupied by a high rise?

meanwhile i am once again reminded of the observation by an european visitor to constantinople around 1000 ad who remarked that the inhabitants of that town all carried on a nonstop conversation about the higher questions, theology, eschatology, fate, karma and other inexplicables we have put into boxes. in the same manner as we today might talk about football or the latest official talking point.

for some reason i am not clear about this links up directly with my recent decision to vote for and work for the election of kusinovich. not because he is an is an eccentric wierdo, but because he is electable! i truly feel he can walk and talk like a human, and at this point that qualifies him.

tossed off this morning. now i'm paying billz.

pretty much finished w/ new & improved image archive. i'll be adding images to it as i find them. the good ones.

rained last nite, a drizzle. i have a little more waterproofing to do on camper shell. don't ever buy one that is 1/2" shorter than truck bed.

first oil painting i ever did. maybe 3 years ago.

as far as cogent incisive quirky cultural commentary, i'm fresh out.