HITW-8

One year ago this time, on a planet resembling our very own we experienced the 'healing power' of Haggard in the Woods.  Mentioned by nobody as "one of America's premier religious experiences."  The enlightening sting of cool mountain stream water & the crisp crack of a cold beer.  Each week we let schedules define our whereabouts, single-filing around town, climbing a ladder, stuck in a chair.  I invite you to take formation and join in this ride, this reunion.  I will give you time to prepare, but rest assured, it is soon..

We are on the cusp of year 8...

Inbred Jed

Extra Layers

90 degrees in the city, 40 at the coast..  Learned that lesson.

Brubaker Photo Zone

Origins of dust

Where the past goes to rust

Light roast & milk glass mugs..

It's strange how quick the world can shift, considerable mixed feelings about even documenting life.  Redundant screen burn, a connection, a hand, distraction.  Looking into cars as drivers look into their tiny computer.  Walk across the street without looking.  Buy organic but drink heavily.  Complain about consuming the world's natural resources but start a family.  I remember inspiration, but exist in a shit-hole loop, a city expanding while being consumed.  Staring at the wall today I thought of fresh snow; silence, and the smell of evergreen trees.   Maybe in the end we're all seeking nothing, an activity, movement pure and immersive.  So we work toward freedom, keep these machines running, stay healthy enough to enjoy what you can.  If that fails; make some coffee and find some fresh socks.

Murderer's Creek cabin (A testament to the joys of propane appliances)

The beginning of "I wouldn't go down that road."

Eventually his tire had other ideas...

Why not..?