Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I dont know what's wrong with me, but there is something amazing about this. This is your fault, Ben Long.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Auld Reekie, wondering where it could possibly be coming from. No forges or steam engines anywhere. Mines in these renegade Plateau seams, but how does coal spark on a day like this? Katelyn spots the smoldering hillside through the trees. Roots boil in the hot rainy ground. Sizzling boots, an acrid nostril steam. Not a very sensible place for a stroll. It's no Centralia, but it sure is weird.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Like this, but way slower.
A friend asked me what I want do in this new workshop we've got. Yeah, this. At a fraction of the speed, quality and coolness - but with all the stoke.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
They circle, circling. The sun slashing rock sends spirals in gusts under their wings. They plane and wheel around a lit ring burned in the blue. The star radiates and cleanses, the birds purify. Cathartes aura. We walked up there to climb, Wurzell, Whale and I. But this prow of boulder stone is an altar of repentance. We sat, consumed. Like some vernal cleaning inverted to autumn - somehow very appropriate, the dying time, time to lay the forest fallow and start anew from short hibernation. Time to let the blazing light pick your bones clean and shamble up rickety down the mountain, fresh-eyed to the fiery world. Carry nothing un-needed, take that animated skeleton and ramble the twining trail.
I just moved out of my old house. The corners were thick with a bundled year of baggage, much to jettison. Now the rooms echo with a knowing wave. I did my part. The walls are scraped clean and my buzzards will wait until next season. It's good to keep them handy.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Dirtbag Metal Horsemen
A great project from Scott Toepfer
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
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