A Flurry of “Failever’s” and A Bit O’ The Road

Hi friends,
See below for additional posts.
Enjoy!
STOP the posts about the road for a while and PREPARE for the abstruseness of photography!

STOP the posts about the road for a while and PREPARE for the abstruseness of photography!

What on earth can it mean??? Maybe in a while the self-reflexive nature of abstract, or seemingly abstract, images shall be made clear. And what then, is the difference between the "abstract" andthe  "seemingly abstract?" Aren't things always what they seem, at least until proven otherwise?? Who can tell?!

What on earth can it mean??? Maybe in a while the self-reflexive nature of abstract, or seemingly abstract, images shall be made clear. And what then, is the difference between the "abstract" andthe "seemingly abstract?" Aren't things always what they seem, at least until proven otherwise?? Who can tell?!

The book

The book

...slowly creeps out from between - the car seat and the console.

...slowly creeps out from between - the car seat and the console.

And it lands in my lap. Like a child - like a treasured tome - like Chucky.

And it lands in my lap. Like a child - like a treasured tome - like Chucky.

It mugs for the camera, shifting it's hips this way and that. Betty Grable or Little Egypt: show 'em a little but little enough to keep 'em coming back.

It mugs for the camera, shifting it's hips this way and that. Betty Grable or Little Egypt: show 'em a little but little enough to keep 'em coming back.

And then suddenly solo.

And then suddenly solo.

The figure against the sky. The name is thus revealed. Aaaaaugh! Can I now not think for myself on this subject?

The figure against the sky. The name is thus revealed. Aaaaaugh! Can I now not think for myself on this subject?

Presented for your consideration. And your delectation.

Presented for your consideration. And your delectation.

Judgement.

Judgement.

And See? Beyond?

And See? Beyond?

After much struggle, the book climbed the pole. We find it resting now, in the cold winter sun.

After much struggle, the book climbed the pole. We find it resting now, in the cold winter sun.

Oooh. Damn. (Face down in the mud again, and me without a drink...)

Oooh. Damn. (Face down in the mud again, and me without a drink...)

I stand on my own. The ground supports me. I am unassailable! Behold my power and weep, ye mortals.

I stand on my own. The ground supports me. I am unassailable! Behold my power and weep, ye mortals.

The helicopter swings around for another view.

The helicopter swings around for another view.

and around

and around

and away

and away

alone now in the landscape

alone now in the landscape

Alone. Yes,

Alone. Yes,

but very near the gate.

but very near the gate.

Links to the entire “Guyton/Walker Failever Over New Year” series:

On the Road with Guyton/Walker

“The Failever of Judgement” and the journey over New Year’s weekend

A flurry of Failever’s and a bit of the road

Our journey continues

Looking at the edge (and also you can bet looking at Moyra Davey)

And, as it happens, the ground is always present

The book, the triumph, the need to tell, the road home, part one

Getting into in with our friend. Intro to The End.

Something(s) I Learned Today (including more re: G and W)

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