God's Poem Writer

God's Poem Writer, Harold Jerome Arnold

strangers at the door

made in India

on katahdin today

day of rest

37 53.417N 76 39.872W
Calvary Church

tooth and claw

who has your back?

Didelphis virginiana

'Possums gestate in thirteen days.

singleton

The unpaired individual is regarded with suspicion.
Lone wolf, hermit, outcast, pariah.

necessity

Life is rife with and riven by alliances.

1988

Life is rich with alliances.

alliances

Who is looking out for you, who has got your back?

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how long

Started working at the farm thirty-one years ago today. Fourteen stairs going up, house four strides by seven.
I always did like to count.
Three hundred and sixty seven days ago we met with our neighborhood planner, and compared notes about the traffic that is battering the heart of our neighborhood.
I am counting vehicles today. Sitting motionless for twenty four hours putting numbers to a problem.

Dear City,
One decision and two signs would vastly improve our quality of life.
Is 23 years of asking for help long enough?
Thanks,
Bill

Thomas, Roy and Louise

doing an origin-destination study, as close as one person can, without technology.

God's Poem Writer

God's Poem Writer, Harold Jerome Arnold

Richmond Virginia skyline

first roll of 35mm b&w film, 1968

rain

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United Pentecostal Holiness (thankyou John Mason)

Gaffney, SC

things I love about the south. Live oaks, marshes and the Peachoid.

In 1981 the Peachoid was awarded the "Steel Tank of the Year" award by the Steel Plate Fabricators Association. The artist for the project was Peter Freudenberg, the engineer the Harwood Beebe Company. The tank was fabricated by Chicago Bridge and Iron. The tank belongs to the Gaffney Board of Public Works.

The Peachoid has a capacity of one million gallons (water or peach juice).

globalization

Stopped in Kannapolis NC. In 1960, 23,000 people worked at Cannon's Plant #1.
Pineapple man owns the Mill property now. People overseas have the jobs.

time machine

OH NOOOOO! Not 1980!

God's Poem Writer

God's Poem Writer, Harold Jerome Arnold

Hub City

Looking for the true and familiar. Miles from home.

Treed!

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...and there is no health in us.

I've been reading old deeds. Fascinating to see the promises made, never kept. I suppose that successors in title fail to check the old records. Fail to study what they were to do or not to do.

We have left undone those things which we ought to have done;
And we have done those things which we ought not to
have done...
-BCP 1928

terricolous

Raccoons are nocturnal, asocial animals. The males and females don't hang out together. They are territorial. But show racoons the money, give them a good steady supply of dogfood, and the rules the species has developed over the past 10,000 years go out of the window.

Raccoon

You can take the Procyon lotor and dress him up as a 'possum, dress him up as an aardvark, put him in a rabbit suit- hell, install him in the United Nations, doesn't matter.
Mr. Hound, he doesn't work from how a thing looks, he works from how it smells.

God's Poem Writer

God's Poem Writer, Harry Jerome Arnold

civics 101

we have this principle called "separation of church and state".
See the writings of Senor Tomas

Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe

Seems that an explanation is in order. Blank stares from the blog readers. There was a dia sin immigrants rally in Charlottesville Virginia. I think the Catolico Church was the local organizer. The backstory- Albemarle County was the home of Th. Jefferson. The County takes that wall of separation biz pretty seriously. No big stones with the ten commandments loitering on our Courthouse grounds. No creche allowed on the County Office Building property in the month of December.
Ironies abound when words lose their meaning.

Honey! Those men are in the yard again!

They say Thomas Jefferson never saw morris dancers.

They say Thomas Jefferson used to ride to Charlottesville by the short route, up the Rivanna Turnpike past the Mill at Pireus. If Jefferson had glanced to his right, 50 yards off the Rivanna Turnpike at 7:11:46 (Standard Time) this morning he would have finally seen them. Morris Men, seven of them, dancing on May day.

There are many traditions afoot in the Woolen Mills. NASCAR, African drums, meditators, piano players, artists, programmers, architects, bus drivers, retirees, carpenters, laborers, plumbers, lawyers...
We value the character and the diversity of our neighborhood.

Seven Men dancing in the backyard, that's ok (even if Th. Jefferson never saw them).

Seven dwelling units in the backyard? Not OK.