Overture
001 Overture
The pants whose knees have since been scarred by life’s
Journeys, woven with hands lashed to guilted
Looms, brave their days buoyed by nature’s good eyes.
Spoken motives camouflaged by wilted
Innovations lash themselves to bodies
Not ready for revolutionary
Conduct unbecoming tasks beyond these:
Work, suffer, die, and be forever free.
The joy of escape is thus far odeless.
Except for the sounds of extinguishing
Neurons once patterned on conspicuous
Moves to push consumption levels gushing.
But the hope is there, and wanted by all
Of us whose still mortal faith is installed.
24mm Prime First Shots
First shots taken with my new Canon glass. Its narrow field is going to be fun getting used to.
Evening walk cloudscapes
My evening walks are always punctuated with amazing clouds in the autumn
Some images have been unnecessarily filtered to look cooler
Autumnal Council Bluffs
The sunsets are otherworldly between the autumnal equinox and winter solstice here.
Music that slaps
Shoe gazing as I do my walks
I think I’ve fallen in love with Beach House. How have they escaped my ear canals for so long? I recommend listening to Devotion first.
Beach House
I had failed to discover Beach House until today. They are right up my alley and ear canals.
Bitter sun
The burning ball of fusion above us is expressing frustration regarding its inability to control the tilt of our planet. That solar emotion is manifested in lower surface temperatures which inspire the donning of flannel.
Walk shots
Some of the freely distributed southwestern Iowa late afternoon beauty from my walk today
I’m trying to understand why we even perceive beautiful sunshine. It serves to inspire wonder and happiness. But if I was blind I could only feel radiance. Is there a fitness advantage to perceiving natural beauty and phenomena like beautiful sunsets or sunrises?
Seeing for fitness
We don’t see truth
I’m about a third of the way through (or am I) Donald Hoffman’s book A Case Against Reality. What a treat! I’m glad I took statistics and a science reasoning course in college. It makes this book super enjoyable. Do we see reality or do we see for survival?
Is this place open?
Happy Chickens
I like eggs but only ones from chickeney chickens
I was on temporary assigned duty to a place called Sylhet, Bangladesh, in the mid aughts, where we were documenting an engineering civil action project for aquaculture. The hotel we were staying at had a backyard kind of place where people would go to smoke and chill out. And there were chickens back there. Skinny runt little chickens about the size of pigeons. Me being the stupid American, I sat down and was feeding some of them pieces of the granola bar that I had with me. I was petting them and giving them scritches. Little did I know that these little chickens, skinny and bony as they were, were on the menu for a dinner in my team’s honor that night. That is one of the reasons I only eat free range eggs now. Poor little chickens. Vital Farms has a webcam set up so you can watch their chickens chickening out in a pasture.
After seven
The sun dips to the river earlier now
I always look westward when I order burritos from Abellardo’s for dinner.
Seventy Two
A perfect Iowa day
These are great walking days. It’s sunny and breezy. The temperature tops out at 72 degrees.
