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“Who’s your Daddy!”, they wise cracked sending derisive snickers rippling thru the soon-to-be pot roasts. Not once did they offer to step outside the frame and give me a clear shot of this five star predawn farmscape, with fence line framing and textured perspective sky. Nor did I ask. A massive alpha male stepped from behind the ladies in the front row and bellowed a thunderclap that shattered my breastbone and engulfed the camera and me in a boiling cloud of hot steam and road dust. Over my shoulder I heard my truck start and begin to ease down the road, gravels crackling softly. I chased after wondering if this qualifies as a lesson learned…
© d100611-015 Inhospitable Gathering
Randolph County, West Virginia
Friday 11 June 2010
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It's funny. A Robbie Shakespeare bass line always had the same effect on me.
Posted by: rankin' rob | 24 July 2010 at 11:31 AM
Roy, my good friend...I suspect that in Randolph County, West Virginia this was perhaps a cordial greeting.
Posted by: The Fabulous Craigeoke | 19 August 2010 at 01:32 PM