A man's choices, living out of his true story, impact others. A wildness within, a redemptive wildness, goes with us, contributes to the larger hopes, the bigger picture. A sacred wildness, flowing like Rolling Creek, a real place. Real, like you, me, us, the community we embrace.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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 …