Cemetery, West Asheville. So quiet, so still. Far from Walmart, Pack Square, traffic, the supermarket, mall. Face to face with The Mystery here. I read names at random; people who were here as I am now, and I try to imagine them here, perhaps wandering in a cemetery, reading names and imagining…

Above scene in winter.

It doesn't end here. Having a body is a temporary honor, a magnificent gift, which suddenly places us in the center of a Universe filled with miracles and lights. An eternal soul in an erstwhile body. We'll be back.

IraqBodyCount.net (Don't forget Afghanistan)

Words fail.

South of Asheville. Perfect places for frolicking and rolling on one's back while snorting.

I didn't.

Asheville, Asheville, Asheville…
See the paisley design on the
bottom of the wall?

This is why I love Asheville.

And this…

And this. It's a waterfall.

Inside and above The Mellow Mushroom on Broadway. Pizza and...

That's humankind in the lower part of the picture.
Mountain State Fair.

Another tremor from Mt. Mitchell.

College Street; rainy night, red light.

College Street; you know the rest…

Late on Lexington. I left before any shadowy figures appeared.

Lady reading and thawing.

Strange object in the evening sky, south of Asheville.

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Now, I consider Asheville to be a very friendly place, where it's not uncommon to receive a smile from an absolute stranger. But I am not sure of the message these fellows wish to convey. I mean, is this old "thumbs up," sign, signifying good luck, or is this something else entirely? Could this be a Gang of Four?
Have I gone all naïve?

Yes, I have, obviously. Cripplingly naïve; perhaps terminally. Some sort of softening of the brain surely made me forget that animals often exhibit theatrical tendencies. Humbled, confused, I wander off to Pack Square, where the bronze turkey won't give me the wing.

You should check out Animal Liberation Front.