Road of Peas

This image shows up in a pictorial paeon to grass, a bulletin from Evy, which reads like it is in response to being teased about having allergies.

Don’t be moving to the southern Willamette Valley, because it is a one of the largest producers of grass seed in the world. I spent a few years commuting across the valley, and I can testify that the beauty of endlessly green fields is matched by the endlessly aggressive by products of growing them. This adventure led me to discover the joys of rinsing my sinuses daily.

Thanks Evy!

I love this tree. I’d never seen one until shortly before I became contractually connected with this individual. I was leaning into the center of the tree looking straight up when I took this picture. These trees branch very close to the ground, and produce quite a few serpentine vertical branches. I don’t have a good picture of it - you can see the most in the background of this picture of our maple tree, but it doesn’t give a good sense of the overall structure.

Big trees are very difficult to capture, and I find that when I manage a good one, like this picture of a douglas fir, the only people who appreciate the shot are other forestheads.

Our Digger Pine was posted on a page entitled Highly Sensitive Person as a birthday greeting to Dogen Digger by Melo.

Thanks Melo! and happy Birthday, Doegn Digger!

Here’s a triple header! Megan placed three of my pictures in a extended blog entry of pictures. Ther’s some cool stuff here, I really like most of the first half or so. Old fuzzy landscapes with rich dark colors. And smudges. Damage in general, as long as it is not major, can be very cool.

A good image overwhelms damage, and routes around it.

Thanks Megan!

Here’s a nice use for this image. Dzeina has used it for a background. Generally, I don’t like the effect of tiling: it throws off the composition, creates odd color combinations, and tends to add jagged ends all jutting around. This one is cool, though: the viney nature of the roses and the large content area down the center hides the edges and makes it feel more like one large image, or something from an illustrated manuscript.

This makes me realise I should start experimenting with compositions, thinking of them more as parts of something larger, and not just islands of themselves.

This page is .lv, which is Latvia. The wikipedia article saysthe languiage is Latvian, to which the closest I can get in babelfish is Russian, with which I am able to fetch server error 157. Perhaps that is the Godel encoding for the page in question.

Thanks Dzeina!

This time the Myspace page is open to the general public in that it doesn’t require you to login. Wilhelm is Dead! is using the picture above as a background tile. The colors are real, amazingly enough. The maple tree was in full fall glory, and there had been spotty rain all day. Add in Eugene’s in-your-face red and orange sunsets and oboy! It was pretty cool out right then.

I’d never thought about it, but all three elements are symbols of ending: rainbow ends the rain, sunset ends the day, and fall ends the living year.
I felt kind of goofy at the time, the world was covered in orange marmalade.

Thanks! Wilhelm is Dead!

It’s definitely past time to catch up with the… hmm, is there a group noun for pilgrims? A Mayflower of Pilgrims. A Crusade of Pilgrims. Those seem a bit too organized for this crew (mob? riot?) of New Age Pilgrims. A Stew-of-Too-Many-Cooks of Pilgrims - a bit grim. What was that some one was saying about Vollmann being Anarchy breeds Fascism, and Pynchon (New Novel In December!!) is Anarchy breeds Party! This is a literary version of Leary and the Bus. I vote for the Bus. Hey! Now we can dig up Zappa and Kesey both! Can you imagine? Zappa/Kesey. That’s the ticket!

A Postmodernovel of Pilgrims! Let’s go with that. And appropriately enough, kapea is hotlinking a self-documenting collage from Far Cartouche. I think this is the first FC hotlink. I get a lot of hits for the Pride and Prejudice drawing, but that’s pretty much it.

There was a thriving xerox art scene in Eugene in the late 70s and early 80s. The Pat Fish document dates from that time. You could wander around town and there would be cool collage art on all the bulletin boards. It’s nice to see this one getting some eyeballs. (These are actually more like the free classifieds: Perpetually hot puff muffin seeks endlessly hairy thunderer for creel and trumpets.)

Anyway, thanks kapea!

It’s that time of year, and the-lorax88 was one history test away from being done with school! I saw the hotlink show up at Ari’s Friends, which I guess is an aggregated group blog. No doubt, there’s an Evelyn the Modified Blog out there by now (checks) hmmm. I’m surprised, is everyone out digging him up to run for president next time? Hey, big opportunity, here. Arf!

All that aside, Congratulations to the-lorax88 for being done with school! And to illustrate the triumph, the-lorax88 has chosen one of my picture of Hendricks Park. I seldom visit this ridgetop park, but that day something dragged me up there. Thanksgiving was close, and I didn’t have any wild turkey pictures. I arrived in the park thrilled by the misty sunbeams, and walked right up to a rafter!

The Thanksgiving Picture is nice, but I really prefer the one shown above, and this one.

Thank you the-lorax88! for displaying my picture, and prompting me to realise it’s about time I did a better job of organizing Middle-Fork. There are over 600 pictures, now, and it took me a while to find the turkeys.

Extra Bonus track:

Evelyn, a Modified Dog by Frank Zappa

Evelyn, a modified dog
Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily
Draped across the piano, with some surprise

In the darkened room
Where the chairs dismayed
And the horrible curtains
Muffled the rain
She could hardly believe her eyes

A curious breeze
A garlic breath
Which sounded like a snore
Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within)
Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom

Evelyn, a dog, having undergone
Further modification
Pondered the significance of short-person behavior
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance
And other highly ambient domains…

Arf she said