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I just found out how the story of Trevor Larson ends.

It took 91,000 words and 12 months.

Some of the things Trevor told me, though, are inconsistent.  I’ll have to talk to him more and sort those things out.

For now, it’s satisfying to close the loop.

Winter Wonderland

Ok, so this has nothing to do with the arts directly, though one could argue the photographs are quite nice and therefore this link has earned its place here.  And if you’re looking for photo-ops, Blackwater Falls State Park in West Virginia is a beautiful place any time of year.  I’ve been fortunate to have been involved in many projects at the Park and the folks at Cheat Mountain Adventures have captured the latest beautifully.  Check it out.

Blackwater Falls Sled Park

Uber Cool

Warning:  Watching these videos may indirectly cause broken ankles.  From my friend Donna over at MyOBT.

Berry Picking

 

 

Love and Hate

Perspective

It was twenty degrees this morning when I got to work, the daylight still dim.  As usual, I parked in the alley to go in the back door near my office.

On the steps, huddled against the brick wall trying to keep warm, was a young man, his head down, nestled in his arms.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

He looked up.  “Yeah. It’s cold.”  He put his head back down.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No,” he said without looking up.  “Thanks.”

I went inside and got him a cup of coffee in a go cup.

“Thanks,” he said as he took it, not looking at me.

I went back inside, not sure of what else to do.  Others came in.  Then I remembered the coat I keep in my office for when I get chilly.  Yeah, I have a spare coat for those days when I’m freezing.

Sometimes we need an adjustment in our perspective.

I would give him my spare coat.

I looked out my window and he was gone.

Waiting.

I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

Nabi, from And the Mountains Echoed, by Kahled Hosseini

 

Frank Sinatra has a cold.

Brilliant writing.

Frank Sinatra has a cold.

 

You Can’t See

 

Raining down on you.

Raining down on me.

Raining down so hard, but you can’t see.

I’m looking for you.

Please talk to me.

It’s raining so hard, but you can’t see.


Copyright Trevor Larson, 2015

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