Elvis doing some Kung Fu shit on his Comeback Special
this is a view of a giraffe I did not think I’d ever see
“Make your own dream.
That’s the Beatles’ story, isn’t it? That’s Yoko’s story, that’s what I’m saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It’s quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don’t expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.
That’s what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be.
There’s nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can’t wake you up. You can wake you up. I can’t cure you. You can cure you.”
I’ve been going through my old hard drives, and I found a bunch of photographs from my trips to West Virginia and elsewhere.
There’s this wonderful wooded creek area just outside of Kingwood, WV. It’s right behind this wonderful little novelty shop/ice cream parlor just off the main road. There are roaming donkeys and bunnies and in the deeper water it’s clear enough to see all of the trout that live in the system.
It’s one of my favourite places in the country; I wish I could visit more often.
Jimmy Page with The Yardbirds, 1967.