Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

The Bare Truth (A "T" Word)


This was the original artwork from which this blog logo was gleaned. I came up with it some years ago and actually passed it on to a friend to use as her private avatar. For the blog, I resurrected the graphic and cleaned up, or clouded up, the actual mooning part that the Beneath is beneath.

My second thoughts are, maybe I should have left the mooning part. But then, I might have to change the blog name to Beneath the Mooning Carolina instead of... well that sort of changes the whole perspective of the blog, or would... so. Maybe just leave well enough alone?

Maybe I shouldn't have shared this. Some secrets are better left as secrets. But then, some secrets are just too good to not share. I'll get to a few of those in due time. All in due time. Everything has its season, here beneath the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread who enjoys a naughty edge to life, just so long as its not pushed beyond naughty.


Naughty is that twilight between nice and nasty, where people blush, but don't as yet feel compelled to complain.



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