Gut Rumbles

November 03, 2003

doesn't do it justice


Trust me. The colors were a lot more vivid and bright than what they appear to be in this picture. When I was standing on the ridge where I snapped the shot, I looked down that valley and I wished that I could fly. I wanted to soar over those mountains like a bird and land again when I was ready.

The wind blew through my hair and I KNEW that if I had wings, I could do it. I set down the camera and spread my arms wide in the wind. I closed my eyes and IMAGINED myself taking off from the rock where I stood and gliding like a hawk all the way down to the bottom of the fall line, more than 100 miles away. That fantasy felt good.

But I finally opened my eyes, picked up the camera and walked back to the cabin. I can't fly, and I'm not a hawk. I'm a man. I walk or ride wherever I go.

Every now and then, however, you need to believe in magic. If you don't, you grow old very quickly. Sometimes, it is GOOD to come as close to flying as you can, on a rock cliff with the wind in your hair and a big valley stretching out as far as you can see below you. CLOSE YOUR EYES and imagine what life COULD BE, instead of what it is.

That's one of the reasons I like being around my son so much. He still believes in magic. And so do I, sometimes.

If I ever lose that part of me, I WANT someone to drag me off and shoot me. My life is over anyway if I never want to fly again.

(There is a metaphor alert in here for someone who may understand it.)


Oh Rob, you're to cool. What a great pitcher. I'm so glad your back. It was so boring here while you were away. Please next time let me be your're guest blogger.

Posted by: Anna on November 3, 2003 06:47 PM

Those look like my majestic Ozarks. I'm so lucky to be living in them.
Magic. Yes I've always believed in magic.
My younger son shared something with me after the devastating divorce. He took it the hardest. He ask his father why he married me and his father's comment was that "Your Mom always believed in the magic."I was touched because that gave my son comfort.
You are flying my dear Acidman!

Posted by: Lexia on November 3, 2003 07:33 PM


I did not leave that first comment. I have a pretty good idea which asshole posted that.

Posted by: Anna on November 3, 2003 07:53 PM

And it wasn't me, either.

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 3, 2003 08:04 PM

It was Beth. She even got my email address wrong. She once again proves what a retard she is.

Posted by: Anna on November 3, 2003 08:06 PM

My trolls love me, don't they?

Posted by: Acidman on November 3, 2003 09:20 PM

Did you see the northern lights? Check the third picture down the page:

Posted by: Trish on November 4, 2003 12:01 AM

Yes, wherever I have lived I have always found my magick location, a spot that gives you a kind of ecstatic satori. I cannot live without that, either. It helps to know that, even tho geographic location can inspire one's imaginative abilities, the magick quality is something that comes from within you - you project it upon the stimulating scenery, which means you take the source with you wherever you go. You do need to travel tho, as this kicks it in.
Emerson said that the poetic source does not lie in staying at home, nor in being somewhere else; it lies in transitions from one to the other. Experience as much transitoriness as possible.

Posted by: werbinox on November 4, 2003 12:18 AM

Rob...if the 'metaphor' is what I think it is...GO FOR IT.
You CAN fly again. Higher than you ever did before. Try it with two sets of wings both flying in the same direction, instead of you flappin' your ass off, dragging some not-in-love-for-real person along.
Just do it.

Posted by: Stevie on November 4, 2003 04:08 AM

I took a picture similar to this one a few years ago when we were driving from Blairsville to Helen. It is really one of the most beautiful places to be especially at this time of the year.
We haven't been up to Blairsville in some time (my parents have a house there) and I was just saying last night that I want to go. It is one of the few places that I truly relax and don't worry about anything. It is so peaceful.
Maybe next year if you have a blogster get-together Dane and I will come.
Glad you're back. Sounds like you had a great time.

Posted by: UZI--Q on November 4, 2003 07:37 AM

Acidman --

Great stuff.

If you've got a camera you can control, bump the exposure up by one setting (1/250 sec to 1/125, for example) and the colors will pop out.


Posted by: J. Fielek on November 4, 2003 09:15 AM

I think i get the metaphor. i think i just wrote something similar. Longer and more full of wind, but similar.

Posted by: pril on November 4, 2003 12:56 PM
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