Moonbeam’s current post is a wonderful “stream of consciousness” charm bracelet of what she thinks about on her commute to work. “Commuterama” she’s titled it. It reminds me of two things. How much more time I wish I had to read my favorite blogs, how much more time I wish I had to ride my bike, and how much my mind wanders when I’m riding my bicycle solo. OK, so it reminds me of THREE things. And stuff. Hence the catchy title of this post.
This spray painted yellow bicycle made me think of a recent discussion with cantueso on the validity or power of photography as a true art form. So here’s a tacky jpeg of some even tackier artifacts. Is it art? And further south on this same wonderful State Route 103, is this incredible house looking like it came from Disney World. My wife remembers passing this house when she was a child and her family regularly went to Vermont to visit the grandparents.
This house is unoccupied I think, and has been so for a long time. The paint is peeling. As I rode along my mind continued to wander. In a recent comment cantueso mentioned how pretty the dungheaps where she lives are in the Spring, all sprouting with weeds. Her comment made me think of this amusing sentence:
“I wish I had a nicer dungheap!”
As I pedalled along, I chuckled at this contradiction, and tried to spin it further out into some sort of country tune. (To the tune of, well, pretty much any country tune …)
I wish I had a nicer dungheap
This pile a crap ain’t no dang good
An if I’d had that nicer dungheap
She’d not’ve left and never would …
I couldn’t really get much further with it. But by then I’d reached the famous Chicken Farmer Monument.
Of course cantueso wanted an explanation of this too.
Apparently some graffiti-editor has revised this message. The object of affection is now KEN FARMER, and no longer CHICKEN FARMER. Ken cuts quite a dashing figure on his web page. Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing whether this is THE Ken Farmer. The graffiti editor may actually be in love with the auctioneer Ken Farmer. Who knows?