blades of the unmanned drone



she assaulted the top floor with a ferocity they had never seen before, only to be mowed down by the blades of the unmanned drone



NEWS FLASH: If you would like to watch a TV episode about ice cream which includes our company, Sibby's Organic Ice Cream, check your local listing for the current airing of the Midwest news magazine, "Discover Wisconsin". ....or, www.Discoverwisconsin.com

 

having painted the fence the two friends contemplated their next adventure

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By God, be Blessed

Tony

moon flyby

Change course once past the moon

Aqueous Orbs upon Silken Web

They were swooping by me, calling back and forth between the other (discussing me, I anthropocentrically assumed)... as I sat menacingly below their screeching babies perched in the nest just above my head. I thought they might be angry or afraid and felt guilty.... until that is,  we made eye contact.

She and her mate, now accepting of my presence, gleefully nourish their spawn. 

 

 

 

Peer into Timeless

it was thirty years ago.
No, wait, it was moments ago...
Her only eternal part
the soul
  .... dancing strings of energy
the same soul that inhabits her flesh
three decades ago
the same that does define her today

...an "ice cream parlor restaurant"
My sibling penned in stone
almost exactly thirty years ago
...a message to self
today to then to now.

 

Black Barlow

 

peer into the cosmos

 

Purple Jive

 

Organic Zone Ice Cream Parlor 1

 

 

 

 

 

Early Lesion in Navigation

There, this way to the light!

 

Little General

 

 

My Porch

 

Lansing Crossing Late Sun

 

 

 

Flower From Me Mum

 

 

Jet Airliner Man

 

Tiers without Pier

 

Contemplate Place

 

Dude

 

Pier Basement

 

Palm in Heaven

 

Step From the Flock

 

Music to Beach Stroll

 

 

What is your destination?

 

...for healing is not a destination
but a daily practice.

Be Blessed

Tony

 

 

with this I do thee absorb thine ripple of soul that does become thine one wisdom  one  -tony macasaet (me)   Ripple Capacitor   Green Fest in Chicago... I huge success, while in Viroqua our annual International Faire at the Viroqua Public Market... also a smash! At Green Fest, we sampled about 2000 spoonfuls of our Sibby's Organic Ice Cream, and ran out of ice cream by 1pm! Over the fest days we received affirmation for no less than six proposed new flavors / product lines we are aggressively working on. At the Viroqua Public Market - one of the best single sales days to date!  World music, dance and words from start to close. Saturday night, we attended the opening night of 'Butterfly", a club next to the Funky Buddha Lounge (and owned by the same dude).  it was a Green Show after-party, and many of the organic entrepreneur players were in attendance... a fantastic assortment of folks.  Then, I got a text from my Chicago brother-in-arm Alberto... come to this party on Western... "you never seen anything like this" he stated boldly.  A description that could not be ignored.  Suffice it to say, though we were quit innocent, the party deteriorated into cop cars, threatening glass bottle wielding thugs and other delightful unpleasantness, lol.  And, perhaps a personal grand finale for me... after the party was disbanded, the 'band' I was kicked out of and I took the illogical 2am ghetto side street sojourn to the interiors of the Chicago Westsyyyyde to the old practice space.  There it was, where one of the most monumental experiences of my life took place... a brief 10 minutes that would change my life, make me question all that I am and hope to be... One of the new members of Alberto's band is a psychotically skilled rock drummer.... I learned he was incapable, through some physical aberration I surmised, to play at any volume other than deafening, eat bleeding, tympanic membrane tearing volume!  About 4am, it happened...  the event that forever altered me.... As John Hiatt wrote... I turned a Vibralux up to ten--henn-hah-hen-hen! With a drummer trying to kill me with sound waves, for this first time in my life I played an electric guitar on maximum volume.. it was a fast tempo dark punk-rock affair.  There was literally a moment, where I distinctly recall thinking it was a trick of some sort... it sounded that bad-ass...  a cruel prank perhaps, like a kid's toy guitar that plays something grand to even random attempts at strumming.  it was not until I closed my eyes, and carefully tuned to the music assaulting my fragile inner ear fibrils... this was coming from me, and that Vibralux turned up to ten. spent ripple capacitor BW   thorn & renew   coin of 1863   Cardinal and Bud     snow robin   Viroqua Jailbreak   The now nearly-abandoned historic Vernon County Jail, in Viroqua, Wisconsin USA... the county courthouse is behind. The shot was taken from across the city park on a rock formation peak.  We battled fierce winds and headed the siren song.... At this imposing pinnacle sits the patient Viroqua Time Capsule...  "not to be opened until... 2046" ...It's also were, legend holds, a beautiful maiden soared to her death, morning her forbidden love. A Pause in Her Meadow     Red & Green       paucity of self           April Ice     Vulture           Renew what hast been lost   Horizontal Ice       Water Crossing   The turkey vultures circled overhead menacingly as if our demise was imminent.  To the disappoint of their appetites the hike proceeded with only serene camaraderie amongst our eclectic trio.... past the moss and ice, serpinginous waters, verdant ferns and dead elms... we selected the horse trail at the fork... the early spring lull allowing us passage through the normally impassable.  But we didn't anticipate the mandatory water crossing miles into the sojourn.  The grand fallen tree carved by the river, a sculpted bridge deposited there for us wary explorers.   Drenched     Astride the lateral divide     Hawks Overhead     Bonsai   bifurcate     New Salsa   Fernando     Bread Puppets     Converse with Gesture     Dog Tears   As you may know we are shooting a documentary film about our crazy little town, Viroqua, in the mystic, unglaciated lands of SW Wisconsin USA.  Last year we filmed the "last farmer in Viroqua" segment.... during the shoot the farmer's dog lumbered about.  We all noticed how morose he appeared.  The farmer shared that he used to be the best cattle dog he'd ever seen.  He would proudly keep the cows in line, and after many years clearly came to love each animal in the herd.  As things go in our land of industrialized animal exploitation, the farmer eventually could no longer make money from the cattle and they were sold off en mass.... the entire herd was likely slaughtered soon after.  One day all his friends were suddenly gone and probably all dead. To this day, the sad dog wanders about, looking to the pastures for his beloved herd.    Layers of Solar Rays   Invade Ol' Truck       Dance into the Molten   do you see the dancers?   By God Be Blessed tony

At the Moment of Transition

Open Windows & Doors

Members

This is courting night for the Amish up on the ridge. These young ladies are probably walking to meet other youth on this warm spring evening.

[note: from my discussion with local Amish friends, their culture and ideology prohibit posing for photography. Candid images of Amish life, where the face is de-emphasized are acceptable] 

tether

 

Layers of Burden

 

 

 

gaze at the dead

She said, 'I don't want to be burried, but if I was, I woudn't mind being burried...  here."

Atop a wooded hill in the tiny town of Chaseburg, Wisconsin, across from an old school on an adjacent hill, a near-abandoned cemetery guards the bones... while we mill about in reverence and gratitude.

Headstone at Sunset

 

Bluebird

 

 

Swamp @ Dusk

 

Gears

 

A Walk In the Rain

Talisay, Philippines

We were visiting my 95 year old grandmother in the town my father grew up in, Talisay, Philippines, filming a documentary about our experience.

My Dad, brother and I went for a stroll in the quiet streets.  A sudden downpour forced us under an overhang of a general store.  Inside, without planning it we each selected umbrellas, matched to our attire and our moods... and walked home.

 

best friends

 

 

 

 

Eyeball

 

Bridge Out

I've driven past for twenty years, but somehow never noticed....a decaying bridge over the Kickapoo, now leading into a field, with a sign warning ‘Road Closed'.  Adorned with holes and curved metal, blessed with a symphony of river notes below, in the spotlight of sun... she is a lonely beauty.

 

Forks

 

Pumpjack

The pump jack benith an old decaying windmill... a farm, rumor has it, was swept away by a flood decades ago...  eerily, only ruins surround us now....

My companion playfully works it's hard, metal arm... and to our great delight, water cometh, from old wells of washed away worlds.

 

No Stop Til Dock

 

 

Train Bridge

 

Horses at Sunset

 

Sibby

 

 

Mothers

 

 

wonder

 

Prehistoric

A landmark near my home of Viroqua, Wisconsin USA.

100 Million years ago, this was all an undersea mountain range. As the waters gradually receded, the peaks were exposed and weathered. However, because this part of Southwest Wisconsin has never been glaciated during the three previous ice ages... we walk among the remnants of life aquatic. How grand.

[nice place to be when the next ice ages dawns!]

Bale & Parting Sky

 

Jesus

Be blessed

Tony

Water Desert

 

Mother Bald Eagle

Down where the Kickapoo River meets the Wisconsin... about golden hour, in front a few feet and to the right, she takes flight. I have to slow the vehicle to miss her. We turn around and first see her child who had been observing from a nearby perch. Of course the mother teacher is not far off... now she watches us.

having observed she takes to the hunt

having observed she takes to the hunt

Potter's Ridge Gold

 

in this humble adventure
abundance of child-like bliss
yet still
duplicity

selfishness
and
selflessness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Near Now Far

 

 

\

VFW

 

St Patrick's Day, 2007.

The host said, did you just get chills?

It was the end of another amazing day.

I am surrounded by synchronicity.  There are convergence of place, moment, mind... they happen more frequently lately.

For example, today we hosted a successful Green Home Show, Celebrated Saint Patrick's, and ate organic greens at the tribal dinner table.

 

 

 

Then there was the party...

In a home I almost lived in.

 

 

While we raged against our souls
thumping harsh decrees
yet still to perfect beat
 we five played organic grooves
(I played) a toy metal strainer
plastic pale
baby's bat
nearly bashed to slivers
and boar's head sultry
plucked and strum
futile attempt to fuze punk and jazz
healing with cascading badda baats and BANGs!
raging to release....

....something between
Korean Horror Noir
And exotic woman
in dim zenscapes
drunken
we broken men and our broken red bats, howled out the song

while at the same moment
each unaware of the other...
a baby nurses...

as

on the frozen front lawn
an almost bloody brawl
dissipated with kind words
to no sign at all.

We jammed rage
as babe was mothered
and fist then! disengage

When he upstairs, descibed hearing our caustic impov , smashed lap harps, and the like....then going out to break up the impending fight... as his baby ate... that's when i got chills.

 

 

Sentry of Water Desert

We stopped the vehicle near the mouth of  sweeping curve to the West.  The amber gravel road was boggy with melt.  There above us, proud against the sun, the water desert's sentry...

be blessed

tony

 

Unplowed Sebion Road  lone tree lavender sky   Overlord   For Spring   Thorn River Dusk    Unusual Friends   Dead End Behind revisited...  in my endless path I pause at most sign new vector I do plot leaves most 'ends' behind   ::: this sign, I was reminded is not just a sign.... it was something else as well... regardless... it is optimally viewed from behind  as you drive    away onto the next river of souls before you now We drove away slowly... it was surreal... the size of the sign changes imperceptibly while its proportion was always exactly the same it was still as we drove away pausing... before departing ... clearly... not a sign, but a message. 'yes, there... (as it floats past the bend) you are back on the river'   be blessed tony

Things happened there, as the rays of light angled into sinuous currents   delineate     Rodent Art Effort           sky whence drift came     The Final Cut   Our Short Film: Unploughed Sebion Road     or download the full-res version here To suscribe to the broadcasts - open iTunes - under the "Advanced" pull-down menu - select "subscribe to podcasts" and type or paste - "http://viroquamainststation.com/rss.xml" into the box.   Be blessed, tony

 

Lilac in Wait

 Planted amidst the faltering lights of Autumn
she slumbers her fragrant flesh
until the giving photons of Spring
bestow hope and perfume onto us all

Dead Bodies and Cash. "The system now is nothing short of an abomination"... from the Newsweek Article.. As an emergency physician and entrepreneur working with other small business people, Mr. Wilkes summery of the payment side of American health care is right on. Ask yourself how the most powerful country in the world tolerates 50 million uninsured and perhaps an equal number who are under-insured (which can be as horrific).  Dead bodies and cash. Every time one of the endless pharmaceutical commercials airs... I cannot help but think about the millions that have been spent on these ads.  How many due you see a day?  How many people in your circle are struggling one way or another with medical bills? It is almost absurd... As profits from other sectors level out (less and less new prescriptions are written for their brand name of drug)... the pharmaceutical industry has committed much of their hope on, the great deliverance of humanity, sleep agents.  So, while we pay billions for managed care, insurance, medical bills... just the pharmaceutical industry alone spends millions of dollars....and will make BILLIONS - just on sleep. And the estimated cost of affordable, universal health care? - but a handful of the first billions the pharmaceutical major shareholders will make year after year. There is profit being made at every level, in every back door of health care, in boardrooms across our abundant lands....  to a handful of executives who rape the system taking flamboyant, wasteful, and abhorrent bonuses for increasing profits (often at the expense of overall quality!).  Yet more profit for the plutocracy and a further abomination. Dead bodies and cash. Moreover... how do many of us then 'pay' for these health care bills... borrowing with credit cards.  And we all know how this industry has bought our government to pass laws favorable to their vile usury of the same families who are under-insured.  Yet more profit for the plutocracy and a further abomination. Dead bodies and cash. Billions upon billions are being made in profit each and every year, year after year by the biomedical, medical equipment, pharmaceutical, insurance, and private health care industries.  It is a free-for-all orgy of cash, power and influence... while one-third of our people struggle to pay for their basic heath care.  Yet more profit for the plutocracy and a further abomination. Dead bodies and surplus cash. While examples from other countries with universal health care may leave much to be desired relative to wait times, rationing, etc... here in America, think about it.... despite our market driven system.... We still rank in the bottom quartile of life expectancy and infant mortality.  There must be a better way.. It is time to pause and decide - today - I have had enough - we must collectively act as a people... I propose a decentralized universal health care mandate, run by each state, funded by taxes on the for-profit health-care-related industry and tobacco, alcohol profits... with taxation of personal income as necessary, approximating what is deducted for health insurance now.  I further propose we rapidly pull America's soldiers out of Iraq... and turn the peace-keeping over the UN (like it or not they will have no choice but to intervene)... we then divert those funds to the healthcare mandate, and also a massive buy out of health care related personal debt. Finally, we create national standards for Emergency Medical Services and Emergency Department care.... -we fund the much needed rehab of the floundering front door of acute access to health-care.... This universals access the favorable, basic health care inevitably spawns further entrepreneurship... what would happen if the small business owner had no fear of providing 'health benefits' for themselves and/or employees?! We know state run insurance, is more efficient than for-profit (profit kind of hurts efficiency.... the profit itself is responsible for approximately 10-fold more overhead!).  The heath profiteers can still ‘advance' medical technology while we as a people can bask in the glory of affordable world-class heath care for all Americans.  Imagine that.  We'll all, I suspect, sleep a little better or at least, won't care. So one may debate the prudence of one plan over another, but I think from a logic standpoint a clever way does surely exist to provide basic, earnest, healing and compassionate health care to all Americans. It is said, to defeat an enemy do not seek to kill them... an ill target is more damaging than a dead one. Furthermore, most empires throughout history, particularly the most  prodigious have used two things most notably to satisfy their selfish ends... 1) conquest and 2) human slave labor. Let's halt (or at least limit, for Pete's sake!) our government's conquest, and...  let us become aware that perhaps either.... we are in one sense  slaves (and with all due respect to the spirits of all persecuted humans everywhere) or are we the enemy? I believe a sensibility of the people, will one day prevail over the folly of ego.... There is a saying from my ancestors, sustained with generations of storytelling...  It's so simple, because in part the fable is meant for children... but are we really that different from then... or from them ?  The saying is a charge that one evokes to members of the tribe (men and woman)... while young, and during moments of greatest turmoil... it is equally virile a charge... of self, to self.... you love me, and I will love you. you trade with me, and I will trade with you You be my brother, and I will be yours Amish Hay Rake   We took a drive down Engine Creek Road, East of Yuba.  it was golden hour.... Our last light filtered and waining... the air 40 below... our hearts inspired and radiant.     Upon Solving the World's Problems     Daughter and Mother The solutions evoked, and but hours before departures Until Sprint then.       Harvest Remains           Last Sun on Broken Paine   She said... that was so-and-so's house... boy, I wonder what happened to her.  Funny thing is... the house looked just like it does now, except the windows weren't broken.     Corn Stalk -30 Degrees     hooded blue   Lounge pad   Inversion     part of our plan for tribalization includes universal health care for all members of the 'tribe'     Do health-related expenses effect your life?     Be Blessed, Tony

DeTribaliZation

detribalization

 

 

Rose Hips

Nostradamus prescribed them during the Black Plague

{he advocated good sanitation too}

 

 

P R O T E C T

 

 disembark

  the loop train

space, time on railroad tankers

though filings of smoke

form our defiant souls.

& holding sweaty hands

 on the back ladder wheels

loud engines tug

 blare by gaits pulsing blood

damn they never head

halting empty air

and all at light speed.

 

:::

 

It occured to me... at our most honest inner cores, one of our greatest fears, perhaps arguably the root fear to those only masquerading as the root fear...

A fear of...  well, more of a yearning than fear...  a longing to...

b e l o n g

[the fear: Dying alone]

 

If I may propose for your review.... a new word, or at least a new connotation... that is, intent... for an existing word...

TribaliZation

from the dictionary

the "the union of opposing factions"

I say...

"

for all the masses that willingly submit the process by which those previously ensconced from their tribe undergo the sudden, unexpected revival, that is... a reunification of the individual with their tribe.   ....or.... TribaliZation (n)   or, more simply.... Purpose.

the defiant tribalized

 

Do I dare argue, yes!... we began this journey previously living amongst the other, or at least something like a lake of our ancestral souls. 

And for us in Viroqua, of Southwest Wisconsin... A tribe removed from civilization, glacial tilling (inclusive of those to come!), with little proximity to plutocracy....  for twelve thousand passionate years. 

   And furthermore... the make up of these spindrills of super-stringy energy governed by divine geometry.... frequency if you will.... or as I prefer... song....    i will proclaim, this web of all ..that ...is permanent of us.... our soul and our song... and that of it's tribes.... This entity of entities cannot be understood without including the cool Mother Earth underfoot... and specifically... under your feet.   ...there ....where you are brothers and sisters...

those previously taken from their tribe \rise and allow the sudden and unexpected revival....  Jesus.... reunify with your tribe!   Joining with your 'tribe' (again) = tribalization = purpose   connect with your tribe... ...free from the root of all fear dying alone for once we return to each other you certainly will not die alone. and more importantly you assure the longevity   of all that is permanent of you. ....what purpose could supercede this?   Joining with your 'tribe' (again) = tribalization = purpose     :::       Stone Array             Hudson           Lone Window         She       Cop Cars and Cabs       Strangers on a Train                         Club Car           East of the Cleveland Stop         Shere and Square               Train Perspective         The Going Under   out my train window I ponder our forward motion... There is a proverb...
   if you can't go over, than you
<i>must</i>
go under... I say, that is where the door will be to the one wisdom the knowing and the being
      Blur           wasteland vista         Climax       Bliss of Canine         Suspicion       Gaze Ahead       lux         Blaupunkt Vintage       Amish Sleigh             Washboard and Thimble  a Player's lament       snow trail       cumulus       abandoned guard post                 missed       pear         decent     Arboreal Fellow   We, Illuminated by Spirit, ahead upon strangely featureless byways the amber glow of Sparta, did backlite our arboreal fellow traveler within the breathing fibrils... a map of ancestors and self... After sitting momentarily, reminded of love and entropy, we proceeded East without destination, and still Illuminated by Spirit.
     
 

  Are you with your tribe?    

be blessed tony    

edit: please check out my Grandmother, author Helen Weber's latest book: Holocaust Mosaic

 

Stare long enough into long dimensions of self
and I feel both trivial
and divine
Aware my flesh reorganizes to water
my soul
with effort becomes purpose
and water

 

 

Sit in Small Spaces and pause

 

and you will hear a familiar 

song 

 

 

Slideman in B&W

Slideman.... friend.  Captured during a random meeting on Main Street in the small town we both live in. 

Mikah is the best improvisational jazz trombonist I've ever heard.

Funny thing is, he's learning bass guitar, and wants to jam sometime, with my novice-self....

 We both agree, it's the organic groove that emerges between players that is the reason we play at all.

 

 

 

 

She came to visit with me in the Public Market I own and manage.  I was intently doing business with a new merchant (wine? for our new Hobbit Shoppe).... so she left, but returned later. 

This time,  I would wait...  while she paused for an over-due massage. 

Several kids ran around the market fountain nearby, as the masseuse kneaded.  The woman with the strong hands asked if the children were interfering with her relaxation... She replied serenely ... 'all i can hear is the fountain.... and the sound of his shutter'

 

:::

 

We held a community Thanksgiving at the market...

Turkey Scalpel

 

Thanksgiving Vin

 

tall

 

Viroqua Public

 

Fencing

 

New Display Cases in The Market

A new energy sweeps into the town plaza... or fledgling pubic market... A ten foot vintage display case from Dahl Drug store... going  out of business 'cause of Walgreens after 100 years. 

At least one of their beautiful cases will live on at the town Public Market.

Evolution before our eyes.

We are actively adding small micro-merchant display areas in a grid we designed around the market hall

In a few weeks we launch...

the Hobbit Shoppe... a 'green' structure within the market landscape with an overflowing stock of merchandise.... some of the 'best of the market'

 

Night parade

Parades are for Kids

 

sueno

according to the young girl who rescued her, this little pero was maltreated.  When my ma first got her she would cower at everything.  Now, after re learning  trust...  she sleeps.

 

Apprehension with handgun

 

Gunbelt

 

 

One of my sisters many cats... she's in love with each one, as you can see.

This clever cat, the most highly evolved intellectually of the lot, can close cabinet doors behind him (as to ambush the other cats), among many other parlor tricks.

 

contract

(movie pre-production)

 

hooded

 

Magnificent 3rd annual Christmas Fair

 

 

and then the babe would not let him go.

with arms years from teenage, the small boy held the kitten as if just born, both but toddlers, both with unusually complex
character.... and grip.

 

 

 

Chicago by

Train

oh, glorious rails

Swampland Amtrak Adjacent

 

Eastbound at Speed

 

Chitown Drawbridge

 

 

We did some ice cream business

and I lingered with my Chitown peeps

each unaware of the others

as we held council

under ice crystals

the El

and

brown bottle

tears

 

Skylight

 

Horse Carries Apple

 

BMW

 

paparazzi

 

 

Cabbie Philosopher

 

The drunkards in the back seat of the cab... teased our cabbie a bit.. asking if the radio worked.

He turned on... jazz, and shrugged them off....

As I tried to get a shot, that I never did get, I heard him say, from the driver's seat, almost like he was talking to himself...

"Wait until the sun is two fingers high"...

I didn't comprehend at first... finally it clicked....

wait for the proper light!

Then I saw the old SLR in the seat between us.

Indeed, he was a philosopher photographer... and felt like a brother

 

digits

'

They were new ER nurses, I was a green ER attending....

 

 

Grips

 

Two of Viroqua

Webster Wine Bar, Webster Ave, Chicago...

I snapped this of Sibby at the bar with my friend's sister's husband's cousins

when I looked at the result

I saw Sibby

and I saw my friend Jason, who I haven't seen in about a year, sitting next to Sibby.  Jason's also of Viroqua.

...

a few minutes after surprising Jason with my big smile...

our server tapped me on the shoulder

...she asked if i was from Viroqua...

turns out she rented part of our market to work out in last Summer, and her father lives on some land near town.

As the house light came on, I laughed with her... I said, I'm sure we'd cross paths again soon, somewhere perhaps on a sidestreet in Viroqua.

 

 

Bridge to Past Present

Frigid

 

 

Bridge Rivets

 

 

Drawtower

 

My brothers and sisters, left behind in the sometimes wasteland and the frequently cold, at least tonight
but each having their message
hand delivered...
  they begin with
"gettin' on
that 2 o'cock
northbound
 Tomah train"

but now miles away
I smile and say
I wonder what  was on that card?

 

 

 

3am Division Street Pie

 

1880 in the Alley

 

 

I am a man in transition... like my environment, I am in an accelerated evolution.

I have been broken,
yet continue to heal...
the blood of my tribe
hast prescribed

ahead

light
through lenses
refracts and diverges
Into corners of my soul
Dissipated
and revealing
Focused
and healing

.... In a way, the images reflect my right of passage, as I make my way home, something we all one day must do....

I walk now as a child, on this first and endless grand adventure.

be blessed,

tony

 

 

Currently Reading Holocaust Mosaic By Helen Weber see related

   Today I was asked five times...

"So, how are you back here in Viroqua?"

I sincerely replied, five times, "A little more good than bad"

I remind myself, healing, for me, is not some monumental event in the evolution of a disease, but a daily practice.

I remind myself... the only thing that is real...

literally real, metaphysically real, philosophically real...  is the microsecond of time that is now...

I mean

now,

no, wait,... now

the now as these words emerge and paint my CRT before me, the now as we read these words...

the now as a part of my soul [a long lost friend] says 'I will never amount to anything'

Our solitary and our infinite

The future is not real, and the past is not real

So our only choice is to embrace the real, the now, and live life as we did when we were children... upon the first, and endless grand adventure.

 :::

In other matters we are starting this business... it's a holding company, sort of... well, 'Holding Company' is in the name because it sounds cool...  Tribal Mind Holding Company.

Our motto... 1) consciousness: consider what effect your use of capital (ie the Earth, cause all capital ultimately comes from the Earth) will have on our "tribe's" substistance, 200 years from now.

2) Capital: how likely and to what degree will our ventures be profitable... consciousness is not sustainable without capital and capital is not sustainable without consciousness [thanks to Jerome M. for guidance on this]

3) As Joseph Campbell suggested.... follow your bliss as much as possible.

Love Art Money

Capital Consciousness Bliss

:::

My friend, as a lot of you know,  makes ice cream on her 150 year old family farm (Sibby's Organic Ice Cream).  This photo, which I've posted before, was taken during an exploration of her 'ol granary....

The wood seen out of focus, on the imposing floor below was turned into a frame for this photograph made by my Dad.

My sister Laurie, lol, then ended up buying it off the wall in the public market we operate.

....
The story of the photo-trail continues...

My sister, exactly one year my junior, has followed my path home to Viroqua.... one of the most fascinating home towns in America.

We both grew up here, leaving for our destiny... life somewhere, anywhere other than the depressing place our parents reside (sorry ma :)  ). 

Well, for my sister and me that was almost twenty years ago. 

She came into town on Friday.... the truckers were overdue 'cause of weather, and to complicate matters we had a large event at the public market the next day. 

My friend and I came over to her new home, back in Viroqua, to help arrange things.  It would be challenge, and take days I thought.

Then, we decided to start with a photograph (^^ that very one, in fact )

Her generous assortment of felines were all quite traumatized by the whole moving thing... which added to the stress.

To our amazement, after beginning with a simple piece of art, the entire home almost magicall, came into being within a couple of hours.

It was so organic, the flow and the creation... and the ice cream too.

   My Dad's old clinic... now relocated to a new building... where he practiced for 35 years. It's now like a post-apocalyptic ruin, eerie and haunted.

 On this night we would attempt to secure a couple of office chairs for my sister's new pad. 

To our dismay, upon our clandestine mission to his office... someone had already 'secured' them.
 lol.

 

Perhaps my father's last time down the halls of his clinic.  He started there after residency 35 years ago...

  

 

On the night my sister moves back to Viroqua... 1960's lamp from a local drug store that closed on diminutive hutch.  My sister's new miniature media room.  Odd proportions and eclectic pieces. 

 

 

 

 

 

Feline Statuette

Learning To Fly

Conceived, born and raised in the Public Market

rosary Commissioned

Milky Weed

 

Release of Spawn

 

Milk Tendriles

 

Record Freight Station

truckload!

 

Sunset in Ferryville

 

Pompous

Light Through Unknown Past

 

House Reclaimed

Go Around

 

painting at Sandra Be's

Ellen's Ladder

This photograph, a gift will be placed right over this actual paint test wall placed there by the sagacious artist Ellen ... so when you move teh photograph, te same colored rectangle is underneath.

Three Engaging Horses

 

Ten Foot Case

from Dahl Drug store... out of business cause of Walgreens after 100 years.  At least one of their beautiful cases will live on at the town Public Market.

I have a new system up and running to reqruit more vendors and more customers to the market... I think things are really finally starting to churn once again!

I filed my first Registered Trade Mark application, and my second.

Shaking

 

Surgeon's Hone

Senator Russ Feingold... visits the Public Market and raves about it!

... one of the few leaders who lives and governs by principle and justice... undeterred by the mass folly, the passive duplicity of so many in Washington... our last despicable stand... one of few patriot at hand.

Beer and Pie

Fresh Grape Pie.... hands down... best pie of my life.  Thanks to Mary Beth and her vines (I used to be an EMT with Mary Beth back in the day)

Red Cat One

 

 

Air Metal Fire Stone Flesh

A frozen representation of the inner magma currents that sustain life on Earth (without volcanic activity the earth would have no water)

I purchased this from a new merchant in our public market.  It's cut, polished stone, with a hand applied metal rim.   $7.50!

:::

I'm going to ask this again, cause it's really been on my mind....

if money was not an issue... what would you do as your 'career' for at least the next ten years?

be blessed

be thankful

be mindful

 tony