!! SEPP to Boot: Stephen's Experience (BEL)

BRK #332

"You might want to grab a photo of this massive caterpillar for your online thing," Shai told me. He was correct. This thing was an impressive specimen. After the picture, I grabbed it from the leaf (it was eating one of our trees!) and tossed it into the grasses with revulsion. It felt squishy and clinging in my hand, like the worst DIY children's slime you can imagine. Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.



That was near the close of the day. Prior to that, we did more event clean-up. Chipping away at it, and pleased with our progress. Prior to that, I woke up to this. What's not to love about starting your day with this view?



In the afternoon, we were at Allerton Abbey for some gardening. Looking for fruiting plants and things to harvest. Maybe this is a volunteer squash? I'm hoping it's a pumpkin instead. I mean, pumpkins are what we planted...



Here are some budding roma tomatoes at Basecamp.



Over at Allerton Abbey in the afternoon, I marveled at the robustness of the Sepp Holzer rye grain.





In other news, I am simply eating up the short story compilation, Long Ride Home by Louis L'Amour. It's stereotypical I suppose for a Montana transplant, but my appetite for this stuff can't be satiated. I am burning through every page. It's a blast...!

That's all for now. Off to enjoy the weekend, and I hope you are, too!

BRK #333

Meandering around Missoula today on our day off. I decided to look around for incidental flowers and plants in the landscape.

Here are some tiger lilies (?) outside of one of the bakeries I visited today.



A massive serviceberry tree outside a dentist's office.



Maybe these are petunias or hydrangea? Maybe dogwood (though it's tiny)? They're blooming in the heat of the summer,



And a random flyer for someone named Owen, looking for the rest of a punk band. I love the list of inspirations!!! Oh, if I were only... 20 years younger. Nice self-portrait, Owen!



That's all for now. Thanks for reading, and enjoy your day...!

BRK #334

Our first Sunday after the events, and things are settling back to normal. Of course, it's only as normal as it could be when you frequently see loads of kitties sitting in a water dish.



Working on a new set of cleaning zokins as my current Nest project. Going to sew two by hand, and two using a sewing machine.



And I have to say thank you to Liam, a former Boot and event guest who snapped this yearbook-quality photo of me during the PTJ. Thanks, man.



Finally: wrapped up the evening watching No Country For Old Men, and it left me with weird, uncomfortable feelings (not just because the last time I saw it, the occasion turned out to be a bad date...). What a simultaneously beautiful and bleak picture! Back to sewing to shake it off.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading, and enjoy your day...!

Stephen B. Thomas wrote:BRK #334
And I have to say thank you to Liam, a former Boot and event guest who snapped this yearbook-quality photo of me during the PTJ. Thanks, man.

Who knew Liam was an expert camera guy. Is the whole awards ceremony covered in another thread? Would love to hear how you got the coveted drinking vessel trophy...

Stephen B. Thomas wrote:Finally: wrapped up the evening watching No Country For Old Men, and it left me with weird, uncomfortable feelings (not just because the last time I saw it, the occasion turned out to be a bad date...). What a simultaneously beautiful and bleak picture! Back to sewing to shake it off.

Did you not watch this with the rest of the boots over winter, or are you considering that a 'bad date'? I remember No Country helped me shake off the experience of Nick Cage battling colours with a shotgun...

Coydon Wallham wrote:Did you not watch this with the rest of the boots over winter, or are you considering that a 'bad date'? I remember No Country helped me shake off the experience of Nick Cage battling colours with a shotgun...

Oh! I must have missed that screening. I was thinking of something like 15 years ago or whatever. The Color Out of Space and this one within a few weeks would have been a one-two punch of nihilism I wouldn't soon forget... Wow.