I think it’s the heat. Or maybe the humanity.
How else to explain my recent self-imposed hiatus from life, the universe and everything.
Having ridden 800 miles in May I have barely been on my bicycle these past few weeks.
Having posted 23 consecutive blogs heading into June I found myself blogged down and out.
Listen, it’s not safe out there in this killer climate folks! I have literally seen lightening bolts shooting out from our governor’s eyes.
He who fancied himself a gentle disciple has finally, um, come out. As some demented avenging angle.
But really, who can blame him? Florida’s soul-sucking, fever-dream heat in this summer of our climate change discontent is making us all crazy
But Sunday’s on-again, off-again downpour brought a bit of cooling relief and a breeze that, for a change, didn’t feel like it was roaring out of a blast furnace.
And so, throwing caution to the winds, I left the cool sanctuary of home and hearth for a 13-mile loop through the heart of GNV.
And my first stop was The Harn. Where you are likely to see anything. Flying cars for goodness gracious!
Devils may care! Unapologetic pronouns!
They do not sugar coat. They do not flinch at The Harn.
The Harn is sooo-GNV is all I’m sayin’.
And if you have not been there recently, please go now. Because they have something special, something striking, on display.
It is the work of Jerry Uelsmann, the late-great UF fine arts photographer and audacious image pioneer. His visuals are remarkable. His work defied convention and flew in the face of the photog-purists.
And by all means take the time to view the 21-minute video in which the Trickster King himself takes you through his step-by-step process for turning the mundane into the fantastical .
But mostly just linger and take it all in. In his work you will see worlds within worlds without words.
Every image a magical mystery tour.
Flights of fancy and fantasy.
Jerry was a serious artists who refused to take himself seriously. In terms of GNV’s creative contributions to the world Uelsmann was the Tom Petty of fine arts.
Fortunately, just as I was about to leave The Harn, it began to rain buckets out there again.
And so I spent even more time wandering and wondering.
Because there is always something new and striking to see.
Something to puzzle over.
Oh, and then it stopped raining so I cycled off to First Mag.
Because of course I did.
Because Sunday afternoon at First Mag is also soooo-GNV.
Anyway, I’m back GNV. And not even Gov. Lightening Bolt will stop me from my (self) appointed rounds.
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