Nearing the Beginning

It's pretty amazing that there is so much unchartered territory. We are barely even scratching the surface of the iceberg. If the iceberg is everything there is to know, we are a sub-pecometer sized dust particle trapped inside the water tension of a micrometer sized water droplet momentarily thawed by the sun at the very surface, peering with our ever-burgeoning instruments of probing observation into the water tension that makes up the bubble of our universe, and we are just beginning to get the vaguest of inklings of knowledge as we peer out and take our crude and simple measurements within the trappings of our extremely limited perceptions into a world that only gives us the smallest of shadows and refracted light of what's truly going on by way of apparent paradoxes and puzzles which are not the stumbling blocks, but are the little clues hinting at a bigger picture, a completer truth, as we slowly pull back, layer by layer, the curtain onto a wider world.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? The only reason this question has any resonance is because it brings to our attention that the sound a tree makes when someone is around to hear it might just be a fabrication of our minds.

I love New York in June

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Hanging out in New York by yourself can be a lot of fun. It doesn't take much for something unusual, interesting or exciting to happen (or all three). I came across a guy strumming his guitar and singing. I liked the sound so I gave him a dollar and kept on my merry way. Then decided I should get my dollar's worth and listen awhile. This guy has talent. So I got his 'business card' and looked him up on Facebook. This is what I found:

http://www.facebook.com/#%21/group.php?gid=2224430769

The guy is ... apparently missing! Gone into the wild of New York City from his home town without letting anyone know... the comments on the wall are from 3 1/2 years ago all the way up to the present! When I was chatting with him, he failed to mention this little detail. I'll prolly see him tomorrow to hear the story behind it. I wonder if he knows about the Facebook page.

Hugh Trimble on the web: http://www.neighborpoem.me



The lovers boating pond nearby.

climb a tree

because trees are meant to be climbed.

I reached nearly the very top of the right trunk of the left tree. The tree was half dead, and the top part of the trunk was dead. Jimmy didn't get a picture of me up there cause the light wasn't too good. I attracted a crowd of the two other people that were at Puffer's pond.

Bash Bish Falls at Low Tide

A weekend of partying, followed up by 4 hours of sleep and a run/hike up Jug End should not provide fertile ground to then clamor up Bash Bish Falls and jump from rock to rock. Yet it was the most adventurous outing at Bash Bish in many years.

Going out on a limb


The spectators


The Falls




Jumping Jehozaphat Geeha!



No persons got wet in the making of this blog.


Water and Time carve a channel below the falls.






That's me in the alcove on the left in the above pic.


Low tide reveals rockin' weathered features.


From the top...


Can you spot my spectators?




Should I jump?


I shouldn't...






Logs get trapped at the top of the falls.


The falls from the side. You can see part of the large boulder on the left.


Another large boulder that fell in the forming of the falls.


Where another boulder cracked upon landing.




Behind the falls






To sum up, this is how I felt yesterday:

Presenting the LOLKat.