It was in my head for eons.

And now I’ve been told via one moccasin telegraph.

I’ve been told that I am no longer here, nor there.

I feel terrible for leaving you in the dust.

6 posts in 3 months? Shame.

I know it is too much to say that I am simply back. I must earn it. I must get you back. One post at a time.

How are you?

I have so much to say. Maybe it was a break well deserved for reasons of gathering thoughts, images, information, etc.

Here’s my rundown for the Summer

1. Had more surgery. All better now.

2. Got the bike in full force. Riding plenty.

3. Going broke. Enough is enough.

4. Finding that photography is becoming a part of my life, more so than cinematography lately.

5. Cleaned up my flickr

6. Still lovin’ the one I’m lovin’. It’s a wonderful thing to be given.

7. My ear feels funny.

8. I miss you.

9. My hair’s getting long.

10. I’m increasing social experiments.

Here comes a new wave of posting. Don’t let me let you down.

-peace

All and all his shoes were tied

They sailed across the clouds that held his narrow sleepless nights

And then

He vanished

Look up.

Linen//Cloud//Walk

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We came, we saw, we conquered. The Superhero Kickball event was dampened by cold windy rain, but we took it inside a gymnasium, where champions became gods amongst heroes. We broke one ball, and played another round.

The Double L bar is definitely a place to visit. Cheap booze and funny people. The locals were so inviting for how freakish we were. Those city-folk. One special feller wanted my splatter jam pants right off my back for $10. The owners are lurchy people with kind hearts. They respected my taste for drinking scotch neat, while the other city-folk stuck with vodkas and beer. We brought the music with Devastating Karate.

Lone pine consists of a main street that holds about 30 shops and restaurants. They love fishing gear and Minnetonka Moccasins. There is a film commission and museum located on the main street. There have been hundreds of films made in Lone Pine, from wild western classics to Iron Man. There is no Starbucks here. A blessing for the conservation of pure Americana.

Don’t ever go to the High Sierra Cafe. It’s the most disgusting thing ever. Moldy toast (I found out a few bites too late), dirty silverware, and undercooked food (my eggs were sent back and came back with burnt edges and unsafely runny insides).

I’d suggest going to the Alabama Hard Rock Cafe. One of the best breakfasts I’ve ever had away from home.

We stayed at the Mt. Whitney Motel. Owned and operated by a sweet family from India. $49 per night with maid and room service. The bed was stiff as a board and the shower was a little quirky, but all and all for the price…good stuff.

The mountains and desert flats around the area are some of the most beautiful sights I’ve yet to see in California. Going in the winter is perfect because there is enough snow to make your teeth chatter and your eyes glisten, yet not enough to make the fingers and toes sting against the cracked concrete trails.

Lone Pine…I’ll see you again.

So many thoughts on so many things and I’m hiccuping inside my eye sockets

Writer’s block, lover’s block, home songs and still clocks…tick/tock

Lingering pedestals and empty pews are aligned in my veins

Old words feeding on my capilaries

I’m collecting secrets to put under the lake-bed rocks that align the front of my home. some hold keys, others hold locks.

Decode these braille dots but don’t mind the mess

Think like a child and paint the rest with your fingers

A mess only for those that are too old to understand how clean it really is

All the lord’s work they take in stride.

…”One step at a time,” said the fortune cookie.

I was a child when I read that. Look at how it all still makes sense.