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@lauraritchie @katebowles @tellio apologies for falling off edge of the earth. Writing projects, workshops, oldest daughter performing at Carnegie (amazing concert), trips, illness, gads. Anyway, congrats, Kate, on keynoting. Presume no proposal was made on our micro community idea. Sorry if I dropped the ball.

Life is good: exploring characters for my my novel (1 character sketch being presented on stage this week) & am re-learning photography -- analog for decades, now digital. Best to all.

Such a powerful experience to hear your work presented on stage. So indebted to Vermont Stage Company which, beginning last night, is presenting one of my recent stories as part of its Winter Tales show. Did not know the actor, Patrick Clow, but was startled by his depth, power & understanding. The experience -- his reading and 150 people in the live audience -- was like inviting your neighborhood into your brain for a cup of coffee and scones. Alarming but uplifting.

Somewhere in the picture below is Carnegie Hall where I'll be this Saturday night to see my oldest daughter perform. It is going to be difficult not to want to pinch myself or to hold back the tears after all she's done to get to this point in her musical career. (annaandelizabeth.com) The life of a musician is difficult & challenging.

She warmed up 10/14 on "Live from Here" & had an added treat: a final jam & solo with Chris Thiele's & his band. She's ready. You go girl.

Have dived into the water of @Downes "E-learning 3.0" MOOC (halfanhour.blogspot.com/2018/0)

I have set up my blog: geoffreygevalt.com/digitaled (Go to geoffreygevalt.com/digitaled?f for rss link.)

In my first post I try to explain (to myself) why I am participating and to share a little bit about my background in e-learning: geoffreygevalt.com/e-l-30-1-sc

Feedback, response, ALWAYS appreciated. You can leave comment there, too.

@lauraritchie has gotten started, too: lauraritchie.com/2018/10/25/el

There's a moment in Vermont where fall bleeds into winter, more like a gash than a slow wound, a time when the leaves have shed, the perpetual gray sky has moved in and the chill really means it. I have difficulty adjusting. Looking out the window shortly after dawn, I see, to my horror, that it is snowing. My horror centers on the uncovered lettuce and chard and parsley and basil. Old sheets collected, I fly out of the house to cover them and realize, oh silly me, I am barefoot.

A shameless promotion of daughter Anna's music: Anna & Elizabeth will be appearing on the Public Radio show, "Live from Here" Saturday night (10.13.18) at 6 p.m. (Eastern U.S. time) or watch/listen at livefromhere.org ... this is a big kick for them. And please forgive the intrusion. Peace. g

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When you walk a lot in the woods, when you take a lot of photos in the woods, you develop a sixth sense (perhaps it is an unrealized sound, a scent in the wind or something larger, a fourth dimension sensation perhaps) that there is something ahead, an animal, a bird, something out of the ordinary. Today, as I headed down a steep portion of the trail, my body involuntarily slowed down, grew quiet, deliberate, cautious. When I came to the bottom, the clearing, there was this:

On this day, my birthday, my present to myself is to warm my wife's heart. And that entailed picking up dead apples from our trees which have gone dormant early because of the drought. And it involved raking up all the acorns (strategy to eliminate source of food for squirrels & chipmunks which are harbors for ticks). And it involved trimming off the left side of a wild apple tree which has been drooping into one of my wife's perennial beds and, honestly, which is more important?

As I steadily, slowly explore my transition, as a 65-something, to projects that lie ahead, I find great solace in being alone, in embracing change and in looking, closely, at what is around me. A camera helps. So each month I will be creating a new photo gallery that represents much of what I've been doing and that shows some aspect of the month. I will be exploring my yard, the mountains, events & places afield. Today I've posted September: geoffreygevalt.com/photos/sept A sample below.

Using a technique I used much as a journalist, I went to a county fair and if I saw an interesting looking person I went up to them and asked if I could take their picture. Without fail, they said yes. I took one before they were ready, one as they posed and one after they thought I was finished. At the end, I thanked them told them my name was Geoff and they told me their first name. We then wished each other well and moved on. I guess in the last analysis, it's in how you ask.

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@lauraritchie @tdorey @clhendricksbc An unlikely spot for teen meltdown: A county fair oxen pull. Slender build, maybe 16, she led, her father behind the team to hook it to the sled. She was struggling -- nervousness, then embarrassment -- to get the team to mind. She swatted, yelled, pushed; the oxen grew more annoyed. Suddenly: "I KNOW, DAD," she yelled. The 3rd time, they pulled the distance. Outside the ring, father, softly: "You have to get them to want to pull." She withdrew.

@lauraritchie @tdorey @clhendricksbc An unlikely spot for teen meltdown: A county fair oxen pull. Slender build, maybe 16, she led, her father behind the team to hook it to the sled. She was struggling -- nervousness, then embarrassment -- to get the team to mind. She swatted, yelled, pushed; the oxen grew more annoyed. Suddenly: "I KNOW, DAD," she yelled. The 3rd time, they pulled the distance. Outside the ring, father, softly: "You have to get them to want to pull." She withdrew.

@dogtrax 'Perhaps, after all, we shouldn’t take our lives so personally, shouldn’t think of them as the monologue of busy and insistent and separate selves. Perhaps we are made up of landscapes and events and memories and genetics; of the touch of those we hold dear, our oldest fears, the art that moves us, and those sorrows on the other side of the world that make us weep at the breakfast table. . . excerpted from This Floating World, BY JOAN SUTHERLAND

Nov. 5, 1892. Snowing. Doc Abrams heads up Joe's Mountain in his carriage, a two-wheeled gig pulled by Buster, his latest horse, at a steady pace, unfazed. A good horse, Doc thinks. Doc is wrapped in a blanket over his wool coat. He holds the reins loosely in his right hand, gloved. He holds a sandwich made by Helen in his left. He thinks of the mile ahead, of the Williams' house, of the illness that's taken over the family. What can I do? he thinks, what can I do? It grows dark.

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Peter Kraker, Open Knowledge Maps:

So, Google is building a search engine for research data. Yet another proprietary index on top of our data that nobody can reuse & another inferior list-based interface pushed onto scientists by Google's market dominance. This is detrimental to science! #DontLeaveItToGoogle

@lauraritchie @cogdog @tdorey @katebowles @dogtrax @ShorterPearson you guys still doing ? I am thinking of doing one a day for a while but it would be great to get a bunch of us doing it.

Have been enjoying my summer goofing off re-engaging myself in photography. Just posted a new gallery -- with sound -- on the quaint New England tradition of oxen pulls: geoffreygevalt.com/photos/fair These giant beasts pull monstrous loads, all for a grand prize of a hundred bucks and a ribbon. Most are working teams, often used in logging in the winter to put less stress on the forest.

The man was heedless in so many ways. He'd left without his phone. He'd worn only flip-flops & shorts despite the cold drizzle; obstinance reigned. He intended only to drive up over the ridge to Sidney's farm for corn. He was tired, his mind occupied. The car strained up the mountain road to the top; he coasted down the other side. All woods. For miles. Such a crazy thing to drive all this way for corn, he thought, just as the bear ran out into the road in front of him.

For 18 years she has been imprisoned by Parkinson's, without complaint, pushing on as her body and mind deteriorates. Moment: We come home to find her sitting on the floor trying to put on her sneakers. "I want a run." She had been there, her nurse says, for 30 minutes, warding off help, but from her husband she accepts assistance. He lifts her & together they shuffle out to the lawn, where, in his grasp, they shuffle-run to the hedgerow and back. She sits, out of breath, smiling.

Have done something this summer I've never done before: goofed off.

It's been great. I heartily recommend it.

As I transition to a new phase in my life -- a return to my own art -- I've begun organizing and have rebuilt https;//geoffreygevalt.com ... Have a visit. Tell me what you think. @lauraritchie @tdorey @katebowles @cogdog @dogtrax

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