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Meanwhile, back in the holler,

....there are critters to photograph, trees to admire, tiny remnants of a once wild hilly corner of tennessee to glimpse from under the choking honeysuckle and other smotherations of this century.

.... There are snatches of time to consider the past, as it reflects up from old mule shoes and remains of log structures. From this faded snapshot of the manmade and natural worlds before fossil fuel, we can ponder and piddle with the remains, and look for something useful, magic or healing. We can load it into a machine, in words and text and throw it out to other machines as an offering to our digital day....hopefully, it might inspire us to go back outside.