Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

fiddlesticks!
how long has it been since i've heard that expression..?
thx for memories (in a cheap Bob Hope voice...)
and a kewl cartoon, too.

stuff. yeah, that is 'economics for dummies 101'... perfect for me.

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you might recognize the area... I10 AZ near the NM border... Texas Canyon. I caught several shots that day coming home from Tucson with the weather 'just right'... (the rocks in that area are very large all the way to humongous)

Those death lizards from outer space came to him during a Mescaline trip.

He never really came down from that trip. Thorazine and shock treatments did not help.

He had a clicking sound he made in his throat, an unconscious tick he could not stop.

Every once it a while, I will find myself making that Click.

There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And Lord I know I'm one. ...

Texas Canyon, been through there a million times. Well maybe just a couple hundred. It is near Cochise Stronghold.

Did you see the PBS special on Geronimo a couple nights ago?

The bit about the US army torturing a prisoner to learn the location of that stronghold comes to mind.

Can you imagine that? The united states government torturing someone.

Geez we have always been the good guys. I am sure that can't be true.

Torture is something new to us. We have never done anything like that before. How do I know? I read the newspapers. Nothing new under the sun they say. But I wonder about that too.


Morro Rock California.

Living on the beach while I was trying to get a job on a fishing trawler. I would wake up to see that rock every morning. One of seven rocks off the coast of California. They are called the Seven Sisters for some reason.

I fished the west coast from Morro Bay to the British Columbia border. Happy images stored up in my head.

"mother mother ocean I have wanted to sail your waters since I was three feet tall"

I love these photos!

both the desert/rocks photo and the seagull photo!

fabulous!

(sorry to butt in the conversation but was just looking at them thinking of banners again.... sighh.... )

Not my picture Doreen. I down loaded it off the net. I will see if I can find where I got it.

Texas Canyon, been through there a million times. Well maybe just a couple hundred. It is near Cochise Stronghold.

a special area tinged with a wee bit of mystery as the boulders stare you down.

I missed Geronimo... part of the Native American series PBS has been showing..? The one's I saw were very good, in my white eyes colored blue.

Whether we tortured or not is drowned by the cacophony of public opinion, which frank lee, i'm getting tired of listening to. time to mute the news and free my mind, even if it's for a short while. what say you?

speaking of freeing the mind, your pic almost smelled of salt air and the sound of waves caressing the shores... something i do not tire of whenever i have the good fortune to be one with the sea. the only drawback is oceans are so fucking flat, like a wet Kansas. mountains now... there the visions are split and magnified into scenes abundant with imaginings which seem to flow like honey butter on a summer morning at the crack of dawn... sweet.

We are sea creatures,

Minerals in sea. Seawater as amniotic fluid for human.

mtmynd wrote

is oceans are so fucking flat, like a wet Kansas. mountains now... there the visions are split and magnified into scenes abundant with imaginings which seem to flow like honey butter on a summer morning at the crack of dawn... sweet.

ten four cecil, sweet.

Coming back east from Astoria after I spent six weeks out on the Ocean Pacific fishing, ...I Woke up in the middle of the night looked out the window of the Greyhound at full moon shinning on the sea. There was something uncanny till I realized I was looking at a field of wheat ripping in the wind under a full moon.

I love that state of consciousness on the edge of sleep when the world morphs.