I don't know but I was on a field trip in college. We visited a nearby light house and a locally famous light house artist was there. Our assignment was to sketch it. I sketched it in a surreal stormy Nor'easter. When the artist saw it she asked if I had taken any art classes. I said no and she thought what I had done was very good.
I love the bagpipe sound. My first BF played the pipes. I confess to having a rather peculiar fondness for ethnic Bulgarian music with bagpipes. It's extremely haunting and so beautiful. When I am in one of obscure moods and play this type of music, the sound carries throughout my mountain kingdom.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at August 12, 2017 8:22 AM MDT
Well that's good. We got that out of the way already. You saw everything. Now I don't have to be entertaining. Maybe we can go to Austin and see Marguerite. Or wherever she lives in Texas.
I just went there (Sedona) and it was Godawful. It is crowded as hell and built-up so much you wouldn't believe it. They took paradise and put up a parking lot. It's not the same place to me anymore.
Years ago now, I was hiking there in the mountains. I could hear jackhammers in the distance there, putting up telephone poles.
Then I heard this sniffling and crying muffled sound coming from the trees and rocks. I went there to expect a crying child lost. There was no one and nothing. Just the muffled crying. I am sure it was from the very tortured mountains themselves and the spirit being crushed by mankind's stupid greed once more.
Greed is the word. People can never get enough. So-called "progress." Moving toward all the wrong things. In some ways, maybe we got the leader we deserved.