A PICKLED EFFECT

The expression: “In poor taste” doesn’t mean much if you say it while simultaneously laughing.

With the best of people, I’m free to give dark humor free reign.

And with the most timid, and conservative, I’m… stymied, and forced to gulp down my mirth without remark.

I love discourse with people who’ve got that… you know, Achilles’ heel for humor, who can’t help laughing in circumstances they’re expected not to.

This site has ever been a window into, and out of, my soul.

To read these entries is to know my thoughts, my dreams… my aspirations… and, I would hope, a chance for both you and I to consider matters of import, and matters of absolutely no import.

Subject ranging from freedom, to food…

…and everything in between.

That includes dark humor.

Have you ever seen a gopher hole?

At times I assume others will catch varmit-related references (of which there are many in the south), and I’m often reminded that: no, actually, many lack the context.

Where I’m from, the mounds seen in the image above are a common thing to wake up to. My grandparents hated them.

“Pesky gophers”, they’d mutter. Not aggressive, not virulent carriers of plague and disease… but always digging holes, and always at night when they could not be caught, or shot.

Clever, and wily.

Some, though, call them prairie dogs. Accccccording to Wikipedia, their is a difference, which is news to me.

Being in the north, some souls have asked for examples, prompting my comments on this incredibly important matter.

As I said: matters of import, and matters of absolutely no import

When I was a kid, I recall that my cousin from California brought a glass jar in her suitcase when coming to visit us in Oklahoma, so that she could bring back a sample of the red dirt common to the state.

As she explained it, people actually doubted her after previous trips when she’d mentioned seeing red dirt. It’s crazy what a few hundred miles can mean in terms of geographic and regional differences.

Over the weekend I had a cross section of concept art printed out onto transparency sheets, purely for the visual effect it produces when filtered through sunlight.

Seeing work layered together haphazardly is always interesting to me. When you combine completely different pieces, one on top of the other, it’s like looking through the crystal clear waters of the Gulf of Mexico, and seeing everything that lies below.

If you look closely, you can see a dim reflection of my fingers clenched around the phone as I took the shot.

Wither and weep… but never, never stop moving.

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