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.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

This shot was taken a few weeks ago from high in the North Carolina Blue Ridge Mountains, somewhere along the Blue Ridge Parkway.  The colors have completely changed now, and last weekend, the Divine Miss N and I took a trek to Tennessee and took loads of pix.  We're sorting through those now and will post a few soon.  By the way, we found that there are now elk once again in the North Carolina mountains.  They were brought in from Colorado and Canada a few years ago and, according to the park ranger we encountered, the wild breeding program has been a success.  There are now North Carolina wild born elk.  These things are as big as a small horse.  As you can see from the pix, we were able to get up close with one of the transplanted mother elk. 


Saturday, October 15, 2011

Southern Humor

Yesterday, an acquaintance sent me this supposed joke:

An illegal alien, a muslim, and a communist, walk into a bar. The bartender says, "What can I get you to drink, Mr. President?"

At first I laughed,but then, I thought about what the odds were that it was true.

Thursday, October 06, 2011

An Icon of Our Generation Passes

I never was a fan of the products.  But I always admired the creativity, innovation, and marketing savvy of the man.  He was a genius shaper of out times and very likely our futures.