Monthly Archives: August 2011
A friend of mine recently discovered some of your work and shared a link with me because she knew I’d fall in love with your pieces… she was right! I just had to message you and tell you how truly breathtaking your creations are. Each piece is stunningly unique. It is quite apparent that you are a true master and create with your heart and a deep reverence for the spiritual realms. Artists like you truly take my breath away and put me in an awe inspired state. Thank you for making my day much more mystical… I look forward to following your work in the years to come. Keep on doing what you’re doing… you’re making the world a more beautiful place.
Whoever filmed this was standing about ten feet in front of me! Judas Priest live at the Apollo, Manchester, July 16, 2011. Awesome show for all of us middle aged moshers. lol
I read somewhere recently that if I don’t post to my blog regularly, people might start to get aggravated with me. Really?! Who!?
I’ve been bogged down with computer issues the past few weeks. For the most part, I’m having trouble updating my website and I think the long litany of details would bore anyone. I have tons of new pictures to get up and it seems my navigation bar has completely disappeared. Tech support hasn’t been any help. It might be time to find a new web host. Does anyone use FrontPage anymore? “Nevermore”.
Trust me. This is all going to pull together somehow.
Yes, I had planned a nice walk out in the woods this evening. It was the perfect day today after last night’s thunderstorm erased every shred of cloud from the sky. It also sent a bolt of lightning through my living room that took out my phone!
As I sat at the computer trying to sort the mess out, the Ravens were calling from outside my open window. “Croak, croak…come out and play. It’s going dark. The wild blueberries need to be picked and eaten. Time is wasting.”
“Yeah, but… I really need to figure this out.”
I felt like I did as a kid, stuck at the sink washing dishes while my friends came up to the screen at the open back window, “Are you coming? Are ya almost done yet?”
Needless to say or not, I’ve spent hours in front of the computer without accomplishing a thing. I didn’t go for my walk. Jack was really looking forward to it.
I had other ideas for this post as well. It will have to wait until next time. Yeah..I’m a little annoyed.
On the upside, I did get a nice note today from Pennie, the gallery owner of Gathering Tribes, who said her customers love my work and she just sold a piece yesterday.
Eventually, I’ll get this website sorted. But as the Ravens keep reminding me, ‘time is wasting’…and I’m a little short on patience and so will be my potential customers!
If you’re ever in the Glasgow area of Scotland, drive north about 14 miles until you get to Loch Lomond and hook a left. It’s the largest lake in Great Britain. Drive along the twisty roads on the south side of the lake and enjoy the scenery, unless, of course, you are driving, you might want to pay a little more attention to the road. Lovely, isn’t it? Right… now pay attention…you’re driving, remember?
You’ll drive through a little town called Bliss. We all want to live in Bliss. Bliss can be a state of profound satisfaction, happiness and joy.
There is a charming little river there which I will baptize myself in later (cold and invigorating), but we don’t have time to stop there now, do we? Why is that? Because we have a pressing engagement with a pint or two of Guinness at the Drover’s Inn. That is our current destination. We’ll be better prepared for bliss in about an hour or two.
OK, we’re heading west and have come past the end of the lake. There it is up ahead on the north side of the road. Serving beer for over 300 years, she is a beauty to behold.
Let’s go inside!
It’s dark. It will take your eyes a few seconds to adjust. You are greeted by the ugliest, gnarliest, madly sutured bear you’ve ever seen in your life, along with a vast array of other dead things everywhere you look.
The smell of a coal fire in the hearth is warmly inviting even in July as you step up to the bar. If you’re like me, you’ll be snapping bad pictures (I’m blaming it on the flash) as you wait for your beer like the handful of other international tourists who were drawn to this Old World haven. Again, if you’re like me, you’ll also pass on the whiskey, though you are very tempted to try some authentic Scotch. But, as Diamond Dave once sang in a classic Van Halen song, “I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble…” Never mind.
After a brief chat with a friendly barman wearing a kilt, about his family history in the area, we’re ready to step outside to the smoking area, beer in hand. Are you coming with us?
Chris, Mandy, and I, grab an old worn table just outside the door and absorb the filtered sunshine, along with a stunning view of the surrounding mountains, picturesque waterfall and all!
Nice, huh? Life is good today. Under different circumstances, I might have rented a room and spent the whole day here, and maybe even climbed to the top of the falls. But we have to get back to the River Of Bliss soon, don’t we? There are three smooth river stones waiting there for me to collect them.
OK, let’s stay for one more, and would you mind sharing a bit of your Haggis Melt with me?
For sure, we’ll definitely have to do it again some time!