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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Ranches Cooking and Singing

         The Ranch Roundup, a thirty-year old fundraising effort by the North Texas Rehabilitation Center, includes almost, if not all, activities performed during the daily life of a ranch. Cowboys and other members of the ranches compete in the arena, in photography and other arts, and  . . .  cooking.
Some folks stand around in boots and spurs . . .


. . . or in boots and shorts.


In the background, a tarp protects the chuck wagon, while the cook watches his meal.


I decided that I, too, need boots, particularly jaunty boots. 


Dutch ovens sit in a row.


Taste test. 


Saddle straps fasten the barrel to the wagon.


Clint hopped underneath the tent, borrowed a fiddle, and sang, "Take Me Back to Oklahoma." (Hey!)


A handsome dog waited patiently for some of that good cooking . . . and for his master to untangle the leash. 

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.