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dawson city
July 2008 
what would Farland see?
Posted on Jan 9th, 2008
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geognosy
geognosy
Yesterday was clear and cold and went for a climb up to the sun. Whenever I'm out in the woods now I find myself thinking of the zaadzter Farland, because of the pictures she takes of trees and snow. I ask myself this question as I walk around, What would Farland see?
I do not even attempt the question, What would Farland say? because her words are beautifully unpredictable. (It may be apparent that I think Farland is adorable, but please, nobody tell her about my secret crush. Everything about her is so perfect -- her quirky pithy blogs and effortless wisdom, her ability to converse with trees, her fuzzy boots sticking out of a dumpster, even her name.)
This large rustic bench at the top of the Midnight Dome above Dawson is the perfect spot to contemplate any question. This bench with footrest is extremely comfortable although I did not sit there yesterday. One minute without gloves was painful, and the hands warming up again were painful in another way. What would Farland do? Head home for a nice warm drink.
I do not even attempt the question, What would Farland say? because her words are beautifully unpredictable. (It may be apparent that I think Farland is adorable, but please, nobody tell her about my secret crush. Everything about her is so perfect -- her quirky pithy blogs and effortless wisdom, her ability to converse with trees, her fuzzy boots sticking out of a dumpster, even her name.)
This large rustic bench at the top of the Midnight Dome above Dawson is the perfect spot to contemplate any question. This bench with footrest is extremely comfortable although I did not sit there yesterday. One minute without gloves was painful, and the hands warming up again were painful in another way. What would Farland do? Head home for a nice warm drink.
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I can't hardly believe it, but things seemingly are getting better and better! Bless George's blog, and bless George's exquisite taste, I just spent hours looking at Farland's photos (737) unknown of me the existence of such a multi-talented, shamefully gifted, simply gorgeous creature named Farland. yet I want to know, tell me how her words can be poignantly stripping (as stripping the cataract of one's eyes) and humorous at the same time …I am bathing in the hilarity of her reality.. and GOD is it painful to come back to my own reality! I must go to bed, but like a 4 years old, it seems like a cruel punishment as I would prefer just hanging on here watching at my screen ( just one more blog of hers, just one more photo of hers) instead of going to sleep.
Yes, I probably should've warned people. Farland's words and images are captivating.
Oh, this is wonderful. Thank you… a thousand times. I feel as though I'm the luckiest creature in the world, just for having that fantastic wilding for a mother, and it's such an honor to share her here.
this is a beautiful picture and I think it shows you are learning to see with “Farland-vision” quite well!
The real farland is running away to her cave all you can see is her tail blazing behind. The one here is happy to be sharing things with you.
What a breathtaking photo! I would love to be able to sit at that bench and contemplate life if even for a few frostbitten minutes. LOL! Now I'm going to have to go and investigate what “Farland-vision” is all about. I am really quite intrigued.