Over the years, I've blathered, pontificated, and inanely commentated on the importance and my appreciation of the Thanksgiving holiday- It's very often pivotal in the movement of seasons at this location in the northern hemisphere, it's essential to the flow of the fall-to-winter holiday season, it's founded in gratitude, slowing down, gathering, community, and family, and it's just plain old good. To hell with politics, here's another photo montage:
Sunday, November 11, 2018
I've a fantastic friend, one of a few such friends who have remained despite the years, the difficulties encountered by each, in spite of my weaknesses and both minor and, to at least some I'm sure, major assholery. He makes ends meet through the pursuit of passions and helping others get things done and much more hustleage than I have done for a while. Plus, he's just a freaking sweetheart.
We got to head back home fair slowly, and on the way, Ray's Tavern and its wondrous road victuals helped us on the way.
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Halloween, cutting dead out of the sick tree, a landmark destroyed in the face of progress and civilization, and wind in the yellow grass and rabbit brush. Soon winter will reign and we'll see if we survive to see another spring...