Bill Mountain 02

Continued from Bill Mountain 01…

Echoing those classic Ronco gadget commercials, I say: “But wait, there’s more!” Like this self sharpening knife… sorry, this line of what might be equal spaced pecan nuts with an attached dangle of 3 pine cones. Notice there are no other nuts in the immediate area, nor anywhere nearby that I recall (but I admittedly didn’t check real close for this particular aspect of the phenomenon). Is this some kind of message about the star system that Bill came from, kind of in the spirit of these mid-90s “Galaxy formation” crop circles? If so, is there even a more direct relationship implied, like the nuts are *planets* themselves?

Another Tiny Wiltshire shot, with the uncrushed bottle pictured in Bill Mountain 01, accompanied by a bone, glinting in the background.

One of several Tiny Wiltshire humps or mounds projecting from its flat terrain. Should all these have names as well?

Who knows what messages may still lie hidden within the vast pine needle weave?

Bramble separating parts of Tiny Wiltshire.

Broken pine tree branch on western edge of Tiny W.

And here’s another, central mystery: an overturned T. W. rock that I’d taken pictures of perhaps a year or two ago, but which didn’t turn out well enough to include in my blog. But the thing is, it *wasn’t* overturned at the time. This is another example of something I’d taken a snapshot of, and then was physically tampered with by what have to be human or humanoid hands in the meantime. I don’t think deer could remove the rock. Maybe a bear, but why?

I turned the rock over to its top side for this picture. Amazing microcosm, eh? And a stark contrast to its bottom side, which appears very plain. Do these rock patterns represent another type of star map? I can’t count this possibility out. Not coming from wild, fantastic Bill Mountain I can’t.

A larger rock near the formerly overturned one pictured above. This is near the southern end of Tiny Wiltshire, I believe.

Below this, or just further to the south, we come to the end of Frank Park itself and the beginning of civilization again. Amazing, then, that such magic as Tiny Wiltshire contains is so close. But perhaps it draws at least some of its energy from this proximity; hafta think about that possibility more.

Some sunset shots from Tiny Wiltshire. Notice the “photograph spirit” in the second picture especially.