Fiction Fragment Series: Wilder Man & Cold

This post is part of the Fiction Fragment Series; this edition, “Wilder Man & Cold”

Colorado Backcountry Berthoud Pass / weknowsnow.com

Wood Stove

My wood burning stove

Around 5am he stumbled out of the sleep … somewhat like a man emerging from a heavily wooded forest … looked out the hut-window, saw night and snow.  His relative-friend, Melancholy, spoke to him from inside, triggered by darkness and cold outside.  He closed the old faded heavy wool curtain, shutting out the out, guarding the in.  The man was cold.  And the coldness he felt in his soul was … weighty.  His coldness was piercingly emphasized by the winter darkness, by the snow-cold.  The cast iron wood burning stove, immovable, was also cold, showing indifference with the man in this hut.    If a fire was laid, and started, then the stove would heat up, and give heat … to the man in this hut.  If there was no fire, then the stove would stay cold.  The man acknowledged the stove, in its indifference, and grabbed kindling, sticks, small log, and placed it all, intentionally, inside the stove.    Match, lit, its flame brought to a six-inch stick, and the man in the hut edged the burning stick was into the stove, to light the kindling, to bring about some fire.  His anxietous sense of urgency began to diminish.  He stoked the fire.  The warmth permeated his isolated, Siberian-like being.  A new urgency materialized, a passionate need for coffee.  With a similar focus, a sacred and fine tuned focus, the eccentric man in the hut began the detailed requirements for bringing an excellent cup of Mud to the appointed cup.  The cup was eventually filled with the nectar from coffee beans.  The man returned to the wood burning stove and tended to the fire; and then tended to his heart and soul.  The cold had lost some of its power.  But the battles would continue, until the other side of heaven.  And, he knew that.  He knew that all too well.

 

Deception Island Film

Wilder Man on Rolling Creek:

The Antarctic, Deception Island.

Originally posted on Kirk of the Antarctic:

Here is a film I put together for the UK Antarctic Heritage Trust.  It is a about the history of Whalers Bay at Deception Island.  Deception Island probably has the most human history of any part of Antarctica.  It was a real joy to investigate this Island through books, film and people who have been there and have huge banks of knowledge of it especially Bob Barton, Stephen Dibbern, Rachel Morgan and several others, who helped a lot in the information when writing the narration.

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A Boy and a Girl

Wilder Man on Rolling Creek:

First word: blessing. Second word: wonderful. Please check out her blog. Thanks.

Originally posted on Beautiful Life with Cancer:

A boy.  Had a mom and a dad.  Went to school.  Got a job.  Lived a life.

A girl.  Played a game.  Drove a car.  Ate a dinner.  Lived a life.

Blowing wildly in the wind, her finger stroked back her hair, constraining it behind her ear, exposing her blushing cheeks.  Beating wildly, his heart was focused on her.  Her white smile, her wondering eyes, legs crossed, and perfect teeth biting her bottom lip.  Flowers bathed in the sun, green grass welcomed bare feet, and the bench they sat upon was utopia overlooking the flowing river.  The people passing by in the park were not there to them.  The dogs running freely did not steal their attention.  Fixed and enchanted in this perfect minute of eternity.  The four inches between them began to close as he inched his arm around her and she lay her head on his shoulder.  For…

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Romantics, Lovers…

Wilder Man on Rolling Creek:

The blogger / adventurist / Wilder Man in Australia brings something, once again, that made it across the sea to my blog. Enjoy this. Or, if you don’t enjoy this, then miss out on something worthwhile. Your choice.

Originally posted on Baz - The Landy (Out and About having fun):

Cullyamurra Sunset

Sunsets are for romantics, for lovers…

For those who dare to lose themselves in the moment, entwined in a lover’s embrace as one, an embrace as warming as the colours of a setting sun…

 Photo: Baz – The Landy, in a lover’s embrace with Janet-Planet  ;)

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Sleepy Man Banjo Boys, Again … 3:30

I stumbled on to this little clip from the Sleepy Man Banjo Boys, and I almost like this one better than the first clip I brought on the Wilder Man On Rolling Creek blog … but, you really cannot compare the two pieces.  If you check this one out, try to catch the eyes and the facial expression of Jonny, the banjo player.  The boy is full of joy and mischief, eyes shining like a bright light in a dark night.  It makes me smile.  The enthusiasm of a young person … let us not dampen such a powerful, redemptive spirit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFbWkL818XQ

Jonny Mizzone: smiling with a banjo / video.news.com.au

Let The Boys Play …

A little fire in the belly … Some sparks in the eyes … Vision tapped … all along with some toe-tappin’ finger snappin’ hand clappin.  What we have here, is three brothers who put together a band known as the Sleepy Man Banjo Boys:

Tommy is fifteen years old (15) playing the guitar;

Jonny is ten years old (10), a banjo pickin’ young buck;

Robby is fourteen years old (14), is the fiddler.

sleepy man banjoy boys site

http://redefineschool.com/jonny-robbie-and-tommy-mizzone/

 The fact that these guys are in a bluegrass jam session and their point of origin is New Jersey seems somewhat ironic.  I’ve never thought of much bluegrass coming out of New Jersey.  If you go to this link, to hear a quick tune by the Sleepy Man Banjo Boys, I think you’ll be fine if you just play the first 2:47 … I am not an advocate of long Youtube clips.  I do think you will find that first 2:47 enjoyable, and somewhat motivating … to see what three young fellows can do …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fB8UTheTR7s