Category Archives: BIGFOOT

Carr.:

I art Hill. I art Sunklands. I art the plateau. Raw.

bb:

Thank you for showing up tonight. Are you upset that Collagesity is for sale now?

Carr.:

Are you?

bb:

Not really. So… Bigfeet.

Carr.:

We wonder how, rumble rumble. We see future. Toy happening. Rail tracks. Go go go! Winners. Losers. Cheers. Jeers. But a plan. *No* winners. No losers. TILE. Art. Happening. One and all and all and one. 4 roads, yes?

bb:

Yes. Kind of.

Carr.:

Four. TILE. Take stock of what is there first. Take careful stock. Careful careful. Then play. Move in the toys. Happening to *them*. What is the mythology? Have you found primary and secondary sources?

bb:

Um…

Carr.:

Then let it be. Take pictures. Switch cameras. Listen to the stream. Follow the stream up and down. Where does it head and go? What does it say? It has stories, yes?

bb:

Could be.

Carr.:

What is the name of the stream. Bigfeet as well?

bb:

Unsure Carrcassonnee. Can you suggest a name?

Carr.:

Devine.

bb:

I’m not sure that’s suitable. How about Vineland?

Carr.:

Unsuitable[ as well].

bb:

Markland?

(no response)

“Embarras 10” and the plateau of raw ART.

Reversed: creation/separation of artsy Bigfeet.

How it happened. Down down down and then down again (roads). Top to bottom.

Blue Mtn. Urban Landscape as octopus kid successfully breaks the Bigfeet code with balls reigning down. “Ta daa!”

Blue Mtn. Urban Landscape’s first and feeblest attempt to understand the complexities of Bigfeet.

Another early attempt.

Getting defensive about criticism now. Poor BMUL!

Reverting to childhood seems to do the trick.

Then going too far. Reverse reverse!

https://www.google.com/search?q=%22jethro+haynes%22&biw=1024&bih=698&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0CCQQsARqFQoTCMOhvdKJ1ccCFccmHgodQNoDrg

http://puteraaladin.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoe-art-jethro-haynes.html

http://www.jethrohaynes.com/index.php/archives/1328

Matching set of traffic barrels on one of the linear roads crossing Bigfeet. Map soon hopefully!

Unfortunately most of my pictures of Bigfeet this day simply did not come out well. But perhaps you can get a general idea about the roads I talk about from the small photo below. There are 4 ‘of em by my counting, with the top three being basically straight as an arrow. All exist within a small pine forest of more recent origin, perhaps planted in the early to mid Naughts according to my research, making it about 10 years old or a little more. The 4th or lowest road can be extended to mostly circle around Bigfeet Swamp, with a gap remaining in its northwest corner. This gap is where the still unnamed small stream empties into the marsh from the west, crossing under each of the other three roads in its downward progress from the topping plateau.

There’s some poison ivy in the forest but not a lot. You can fairly easily avoid it for the most part, as the small wood is mainly clear of undergrowth except for in and around the swamp itself.

Another shot of the blue “doormat circle,” with a cryptically placed smooth rock. Does it represent an orbiting planet or planetoid by chance? Does the band of blue stand for our sky, or the visible universe surrounding our Earth? Sky blue represents the sky in day, a blanket for dreaming stars.

Bigfeet Swamp from a position on the surrounding road.

The pool formed where the feeder stream enters…

Another shot of an upper road, black and silver coffee travel mug already in place. Again… I need a map!

Odd spectacle encountered on the north edge of Bigfeet. More raw art roughly dropped off the side of The Plateau.

Mysterious orange tinge to this area just below and east of the swamp. Better pictures soon!

Bigfeet Swamp pool and feeder stream from a terminus of the lowest forest road. I can see camping on this very spot in the future.

Stepping stones mark the remains of an old path heading up to the swamp from Leola Creek, an ascent of about 30-40 feet perhaps.

More shots from the Plateau of Raw Art.

We reach the edge of Bigfeet again and its complex of roads — that I haven’t talked about at any length as I’m realizing now. There’s something quite peculiar about this sky blue circle, a doormat from the west as it were. Let’s head downhill again from the Plateau of Raw Art toward the namesake swamp.

A quite nice shot looking across the big length of Bigfeet Swamp. Cattails abound.

Within the general Bigfeet landscape are many balls such as this Wilson tennis example. I would assume most originate from the old ball fields and tennis courts on the Plateau of Raw Art just above, which makes all of ’em pretty old since the high school was abandoned over 5 years ago. I might craft some kind of inventory soon.

And now some more pictures from those old ball fields and tennis courts themselves. Raw art indeed here!

Site of the makeshift skateboarding park.

I especially like this picture.

The foaming cold pepsis are long gone. The blare of the final horn signalling a win or loss a distant echo. Victories and defeats blend together in a slushy past. Sports is myopic and present intense. Kids do not worship Jimmy Foxx, Harmon Killebrew or Hank Greenburg. Or even Hank Aaron.

The football goal posts have been ripped down, having served their allotments of field goals and extra points.

On the very southeastern edge of the plateau: a mysterious sky blue circle. This marks the entrance into the Bigfeet metro area as I’m presently defining it. Down we go!

An old golf club found at the very center of the Bigfeet area, its projected “downtown”. I guess I should back up here and explain.

WHAT IS BIGFEET? A question to be asking at this point in time. Is it the site of a projected toy happening for later in September or perhaps October, a la a Lion’s Roar from 3 years ago? Could very well be, unless some other place pops up between now and then as a better candidate.

I’ve been having a very hard time creating suitable photos of Bigfeet however. I need to fiddle around with [camera] Liquor’s settings; see if I can find the manual…

This saved shot also comes from the heart of Bigfeet, or the place where its central small stream empties into the Bigfoot Swamp via a pipe. I can see camping in the spot I take this picture from in the future. which is the same place I hold the golf club above. Near future? What kind of toys will be imported here? Will the objects mainly come from the Plateau of Raw Art directly above? Could be. I’m seeing yellow shoes…

You have to cross Leola Creek to reach Bigfeet from the east — no other option. It’s getting narrower and rockier in contrast to, say, ALO, but the crossing is still tricky here. In wetter weather it would be basically impossible without wading. It almost is in dry weather. But that natural barrier of sorts would also help protect me from human intruders I would suppose.

This is the Bigfeet Swamp outlet, with the stream soon to meet up with Leola about 100 feet beyond maximum.

Leola Creek. You can cross it on foot. With care, because the smooth rocks within are slippery when wet.

At the spot I crossed both days this weekend we have a wedged barrel and a yellow chair on the near side or Blue Mountain Urban Landscape side.

Confluence of plants and pipes marking one center of the ALO garden.

Green mailbox within. Postal portal to Oz?

The Hill and The Carpet House again. LINK

The Sphere behind the Town Mall. Mysterious! Edna (wife) also visited the location this day and took photos. She was likewise impressed. In the words of Red Dwarf’s Cat, “What is it?” And: repeat.

Nearby cliffs.

Sphere, cliffs, and rocky beach. I still don’t have a name for this area, but its obviously centered by that sphere. Edna speculates that it might have been off a post, perhaps marking the entrance to a driveway. She supposes that’s why there are 2 of them. I’m still sticking with my alien originating theory, however. 🙂

And now we come in this blog to another brand new place I already *do* have a name for. I think. Right now I’m calling it The Plateau of Raw Art. Explanations soon on that. It’s fascinating place just west of the official Blue Mtn. Urban Landscape. Or is it actually a part of this Landscape? Anyway, the plateau displays the remains of a deserted high school area, including a football stadium, 2 baseball fields, and a number of tennis courts. The high school itself was demolished, with only a grassy field remaining. In the below photo we look from the edge of one of the baseball diamonds across this very field. I kind of like the way the telephone pole obscures the top of a distant mountain peak from this angle.

Nearby is this configuration of objects. Sure looks like some kind of raw art to me (!). But who is the artist? I’m guessing that this might be the product of a skateboarder on a break from his regular hobby…

… because nearby is an unofficial skateboard park just beyond the football field, marked by a colorful mural. What an amazing backdrop for such a place! There were perhaps a half dozen skaters using the facility on this Saturday afternoon. No whooping and hollaring, however, to my relief. Just standard skateboarding noises. Thump, rumble… thump, thump. Rumble.

Deserted football stands, home side.

Listen closely and you can hear the ghostly clomps of track runners past.