Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Photo Essay No.03
Over the weekend (10/05) some bad weather moved in. I got a few good pictures out of it.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Photo Essay No.02
And last Tuesday (9/30), Peter Petropoulos and I hiked up White Rock Mountain. Here are some pictures...
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Work Crew is Over!
Robyn the work crew supervisor released us early today, but the elements weren't so generous. It started raining just as we finished shuttering Marcellina cabin. I stayed a while in the shop, then got tired of waiting so walked home in rainish hail.
I can't complain... coming up is a long weekend followed by a whole lot of nothing until May. Winter caretaker starts now.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Pitch Black
It's really dark here at night, and quiet. One can become annoyed by the tiniest light a mile away.
I just arrived home. It's eleven thirty now.
Tonight I walked down a country road, in the mountains, in absolute blackness - except for the stars - with a group of Gothic residents, six in all, to dismantle a tee pee south of town built by one of the summer work crew (Jonathan Speer - some kinda plant artist). We built a fire and burned the mildewed blankets and sundries. It was an event like that of an exit from summer camp, or cleaning out one's high school locker... except it was here.
And here is seriously the middle of nowhere.
The best part of this night was the exchange I had with George, previously named, on the way down to the fire, which amounted to... 'I walk all over this valley, at night, alone, without a light, all the time, unafraid.' And he's been doing it for ten years.
Who are these people? My dad took me to see 'The Legend of Boggy Creek' when I was five or something and ruined me for dark wooded places, forever.
And so as I walked, one foot in front of the other, assuming the attitude of those around me... soon realizing I could see in the dark, like they could. I could see the road, the trees, the sky, the vague silhouette of light from CB over Snodgrass, the Milky Way, Andromeda... I could see two point two-million light years. I felt the dizziness of the unfamiliar. And being with people who knew where they were and what they were doing, I felt safe. The unfamiliar began to feel familiar. And I realized I knew where I was... I could tell by the outline of the mountains and the stars. I knew exactly where I was.
We had a great time pulling up stakes, knocking down poles, tossing crap onto the bonfire.
We stared at the fire for a long time... And after the coals died down we all walked home. Nothing unusual.
This is life in Gothic.
I just arrived home. It's eleven thirty now.
Tonight I walked down a country road, in the mountains, in absolute blackness - except for the stars - with a group of Gothic residents, six in all, to dismantle a tee pee south of town built by one of the summer work crew (Jonathan Speer - some kinda plant artist). We built a fire and burned the mildewed blankets and sundries. It was an event like that of an exit from summer camp, or cleaning out one's high school locker... except it was here.
And here is seriously the middle of nowhere.
The best part of this night was the exchange I had with George, previously named, on the way down to the fire, which amounted to... 'I walk all over this valley, at night, alone, without a light, all the time, unafraid.' And he's been doing it for ten years.
Who are these people? My dad took me to see 'The Legend of Boggy Creek' when I was five or something and ruined me for dark wooded places, forever.
And so as I walked, one foot in front of the other, assuming the attitude of those around me... soon realizing I could see in the dark, like they could. I could see the road, the trees, the sky, the vague silhouette of light from CB over Snodgrass, the Milky Way, Andromeda... I could see two point two-million light years. I felt the dizziness of the unfamiliar. And being with people who knew where they were and what they were doing, I felt safe. The unfamiliar began to feel familiar. And I realized I knew where I was... I could tell by the outline of the mountains and the stars. I knew exactly where I was.
We had a great time pulling up stakes, knocking down poles, tossing crap onto the bonfire.
We stared at the fire for a long time... And after the coals died down we all walked home. Nothing unusual.
This is life in Gothic.
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