|Long time no nothin'.
||[Jan. 19th, 2014|04:19 pm]
VIVA LA JOY.
It's Winter. First one in a while for me.
I'm engaged now. He's awesome.
That's all the news I can think to share right now.
Here's some fuckin' pictures.
The Pro Shop & Locker Room.
The older of the two massive red barns that sit alongside I-89. The director of the garlic operation told us the history of the two barns, and how they were a product of rivaling brothers who competed to see who could build a bigger barn. The younger of the brothers, who built the other, more recently renovated barn, won only because he attached a cow-shaped weathervane to the top of his barn, beating his brother by a matter of inches. What a douche.
Meg's house. Meg was cool.
The Huntington Gorge, and a truck dead in a river of poison ivy, sitting outside of what I am convinced must be the fucking creepiest and most fucking haunted abandoned house I've ever been in. Adventure!
(I had seriously never heard of this town before.)
This abandoned house still had liquor in its cabinets. Completely abandoned, but everything left untouched; everything with a solid layer of dust on it like it hadn't been touched in decades. It was GORGEOUS inside.
Bread & Puppet (obviously) on the finale of their 50th Anniversary. Fuck, this place is unreal.
Keith and I stumbled upon this the other day, and really, it's almost impossible to do it justice in a photo. An entire lake, stretching as far as the eye can see, of these massive chunks of ice, some of them nearing a foot thick and stabbing the sky in every direction. Something I'd never seen before and one of those things that just kinda makes you tip your hat and applaud Mother Nature's superiority over everything else, yourself included.
Operation 251 Club. Vermont.
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