Friday Shorts

Old Orchard on Blue Ridge Parkway / Digital Photo / Fred First / Floyd County, Virginia<br data-recalc-dims=” border=”0″ height=”262″ hspace=”10″ vspace=”10″ width=”437″ />
Blog to Book ~ It’s a natural progression, and likely to become increasingly common. Take a look at this long list of entries (including Slow Road Home, of course) for the LuLu Blooker Award. Top prize: $10 thousand!

No Fair Peeking ~ When something seems too good to be true, it probably is. Peekvid.com would show me full episodes of X-files to my hearts content. I’d so far seen only the pilot, saving these for special occasions. Man, I missed Maulder and Scully! But no. Peekvid got busted, I heard as I left the house Wednesday morning, for pirating copyrighted material. It sure was love while it lasted. (Star Trek Enterprise has survived so far!)

Ad (non)Sense ~ Well so far, I’m unimpressed with context-driven ads. I thought Google’s mentation was a bit quicker than to saturate my sidebar with ads for Colorado condos. But then, it IS winter so it got that part right. And heck, it’s only been four days. And I’d best hush. Your visits to ad sponsors is making a difference in the bottom line here at chez Goose Creek, and much appreciated.

Slow Road Scan ~ I debated the matter, did some reading, and in the end, decided to let Google Books scan mine. It will also be available as an eBook. Some day. The process is taking a while. So far, this place holder is up. I’ll let you know when it is finally birthed.

Size Does Matter ~ 120 Gigabytes seemed far more than I’d ever need four years ago when I got the Dell XPS. But then, file size max was 2mb. Now Nikon RAW files are 16mb, plus all the copies and versions that come from some of them. So a Lacie 500 Gig external is on the way. I can do a total backup and still have years worth of space for pix (he said). Memory is cheap, some of these photos are personally priceless, so I’m over the guilt of the expense. Think of it as insurance.

Jamboree Remake ~ Tonight is the first night of the rest of our lives in Floyd, Virginia: the Country Store has been face-lifted and expanded, and reopens tonight! Welcome back to the Friday Night Jamboree in downtown Floyd, Virginia! (See Doug Thompson’s post about it.) I know I’ll be whupped from work, but the winter storm that we expected only grazed us, so roads should be passable. See you there!

Treacherous Travels

Mountain Stream in Winter / Digital Photo / Fred First / Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia
The dog barked his “people” bark–different from his squirrel or deer bark: more urgent with overtones of anticipation. His assumption seems always to be that humans are coming here to admire him.

This particular visitor yesterday around noon was a stranger–very young, very cold and very careless about the roads he chose to travel in his jeep for a Sunday afternoon joy ride. Said jeep was now only partially on the ice-covered bobsled run that is Goose Creek a hundred feet higher and west of here. One back tire hung in the air, off the cold shoulder of our steep, northy not-for-winter road. Could I please come with some chains and my truck and pull him to safety?

Well no, son, sit down by the fire here. Sounds to me like you need something with a lot of weight and a lot more traction than my small Dodge Dakota truck will get you. I’ll call 911. The sheriff’s office will know of a garage that is on call over the weekends. Might need two trucks: one uphill to anchor the front end while another tries to pull your back wheel back up onto the road.

Three hours later, the boy and his father (they live in Shawsville) stopped by to thank me for what little help I offered. And I resisted the fatherly lecture, shuddering to think how, if that tree hadn’t been there, that man’s son could have been down in that creek bed upside down in his mangled vehicle overnight before anybody else was foolhardy enough to take the winter road less traveled.

Buffalo in the Back Yard

image copyright Fred First

Another image picked up on the way home from the winery last weekend–and the first using the combination of (new) tripod, 80-200 telephoto lens (and new tripod mounting collar for same) and the 2x teleconverter.

The silhouetted shape behind the house takes the reposing form of a buffalo, hence its name, Buffalo Mountain.

Were there buffalo in these parts in the days before the western migration of the white man? Does anybody have any info or stories about that? I’d like to know.