Stands for
V irtual
W hitehead
X ing
When: Could start now.
Where: Unsure if I want to start this project on my Maebaelia property, or rent larger property elsewhere. I don’t have in mind right now to buy property from the Lindens. Thinking of maybe larger than 12000 square meters next go around.
Why: Virtual towns (like Pietmond) based on geography of virtual worlds in and of itself seems dead. Virtual geog. needs to latch onto real geog. A bridge is Google Earth and its Streetview, etc.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Whitehead Crossing
Piece of metal with chain found on bank of Whitehead Brook just beyond what I thought was metal in the stream itself, but turned out to be a long, jagged piece of rust colored bark. Queer conjunction, then.
Upon closer examination, the piece of metal extended well back of the chain.
I was able to rather easily pull the whole thing out of the ground, and stuck it in the ground inside a nearby rotting tree trunk. Let’s call it art, once more. 🙂
This was a rather botched shot of a shinier rock near the conjuction of Whitehead Brook and Little Whitehead. Sneakily impressive albedo in action here.
2 pots near the center of Whitehead X-ing. I have not pulled these out of the ground for closer examination yet. My guess is that the bottom is rotted out of both.
Nearby group of bottles laid there probably over 2 years ago by yours truly. No art present yet.
What appears to be a yellow jacket nest on the ground near the pots and bottles pictured above. Looks like it was knocked out of a tree. Wind… or aliens?
Buckeye saplings are common in this forest.
Stick’s End (interesting trunk terminus of the 4th and last stick of “4 Sticks” fame).
Filed under Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
Unnamed Whitehead X-ing rock near 4 Sticks, on the opposite side from Whitehead Brook.
“Exploding” end of a branch atop a nearby rock, also unnamed.
Interesting shiny spot on a 4 Sticks limb; of unknown nature.
4 Sticks. This is most likely an area originally called ZoSo because of this, perhaps later morphed into SoSo (SEE: Pietmond).
Floating branch segment in 4 Sticks, unusual as well because it is much thicker than the supporting tree. Does the tree mind bearing such “dead weight”?*
Crisscrossing of sticks in the 4 Sticks area, but not any of the 4 Sticks themselves, which run, instead, parallel to each other in a row.
Big Log (name?) disappearing into rhododendron above Whitehead Brook. The higher creek bank before it may soon be topped with some kind of avatar “castle” or other structure. Just a vision.
Little Whitehead scene with the “green turtle” rock again mentioned at the end of the Whitehead X-ing Again 01 post.
But when we shift to the top of the formation, it takes on more the appearance of a green *parrot*.
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* Compare this to the album cover of Zoso, also known as Led Zeppelin IV. This album was highlighted in Carrcass-3, by the way.
Hucka Doobie has since indicated that the hanging branch is a direct reference to this cover (!).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin_IV#Album_cover_and_inside_sleeve
The 19th-century rustic oil painting on the front of the album was purchased from an antique shop in Reading, Berkshire by Plant.[5][6][17] The painting was then juxtaposed and affixed to the internal, papered wall of the partly demolished suburban house for the photograph to be taken.
Page has explained that the cover of the fourth album was intended to bring out a city/country dichotomy that had initially surfaced on Led Zeppelin III:
It represented the change in the balance which was going on. There was the old countryman and the blocks of flats being knocked down. It was just a way of saying that we should look after the earth, not rape and pillage it.[8]
However, regarding the meaning of the album cover, he has also stated:
The cover was supposed to be something that was for other people to savour rather than for me to actually spell everything out, which would make the whole thing rather disappointing on that level of your own personal adventure into the music.[18]
The album cover was among the ten chosen by the Royal Mail for a set of “Classic Album Cover” postage stamps issued in January 2010.[19]
The inside illustration, entitled “The Hermit” and credited to Barrington Colby MOM, was influenced by the design of the card of the same name in the Rider-Waite tarot deck.[6] This character was later portrayed by Page himself in Led Zeppelin’s concert film, The Song Remains the Same (1976). The inner painting is also referred to as View in Half or Varying Light and was sold at auction under that name in 1981.[20]
Filed under Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
No Title Spring. Water only in middle of its course presently, evaporating or heading underground before reaching Grey Rock.
Ground shot of a rock beside No Title Spring. I’ll be taking more of these types of pictures, especially at Whitehead Crossing.
Another rock from about the same location. Like the spring, there’s no names for these rocks yet — but actually the spring has a name now: No Title Spring, accompaniment to Grey Rock and its piggybacking Seal Stone, it seems.
Grey Rock (left) and No Title Rock (right). It’s also possible that No Title Rock is the actual Seal Stone… all this is in development still.
Blackened end of an uprooted tree.
The Little Whitehead bridge first discussed here a bit.
This is a new twist: the mossy colored rock in the background of the picture above certainly appears to take the shape of a green turtle (!).
But is it *mounting* the rock?
http://www.neoperceptions.com/snakesandfrogs.com/scra/turtles/boxturtle.htm
Filed under Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
… should probably remain on Whitehead Crossing, now that the Land of Purple and Blue — whatever — is closed up, Hucka D. I can keep hiking down Concreek. I feel that rocks are still telling a story there, like Pork Chop Rock recently. Obviously the new batch of leaves under Floaty Tree on The Island. (pause) I’ve got to start chronicling the Whitehead X-ing rocks. It’s time. (pause) Go back to the fairy house across Green Stream before… I mean, while it’s colder. Where is the Land of Reds and Yellows? (pause) Snake Rock — name subject to quick change — is the same as the footstone for the smaller of the two graves, Hucka D. This would be the 6 month old child. Purpleland. The Silver Brook beside it — larger — is the larger of the two proximate graves here of Dogpatch. The Totem represents their merged headstones, then, which are directly aligned with each other. That’s the meaning of The Totem, the primary meaning, unless The Totem and the headstones point to even something beyond themselves. (pause) The Totem, again, is directly pointed to by the BP Bridge, equidistant from the blue can to the north and the purple can to the south. These are probably the graves again, Hucka D., and the bridge represents just that — a bridge or uniter between the two. But the bridge is the same as The Totem, see. (pause) Snake Rock is the footstone of the smaller grave, perhaps even the footstone of both graves since the streams do not lie far apart here. I saw a snake in the same place here today, Hucka D. Maybe the same snake but again maybe only from the same snake litter. Not going back for sure, and this was a cold day up here in the mountains (!) That part is definitely closed off. Silverberg interprets the Dogpatch graves. Hucka?”
Filed under Blue and Purple Land, Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
This post covers one of the most shocking discoveries, certainly, from my Frank/Herman Park explorations. A fairly well traveled path, it seems, splits off from a main path near my Whitehead Crossing and quickly follows a ridge above Green Stream into the rhododendron. Already questions are arising: Why does a well trodden path just dead end as such? Do people just get off the path here, travel down it, and then find out that they — and everyone else that has done the same thing — just reached an impasse? Let’s let that question stand for a minute…
An interesting rock at the beginning of this side path. It seems to be some kind of marker. After finding out what else is on this ridge, beyond the rhododendron at the end of the above pictured side path, I believe I know what it could mark now.
In the valley below the ridge on the other side from Green Stream is found a camping spot, complete with a number of interesting rocks such as this one. Some of them could pass for primitively shaped headstones, for example.
Which brings us to this.
Remember me bringing up Head-Foot symbols a couple of posts back? Here’s a reminder.
Yes, it’s what it looks like it is. Two, in fact. The place has been called Dogpatch. It’s what lies beyond the rhododendron if you kept following that same ridge further south. It’s almost completely inaccessible from all directions — there are, in fact, only two rather narrow ways in through the woods, both of which come up the ridge from the sides. Another camping spot has been created sometime in the past (pictures forthcoming, perhaps) in the same general area and on the same ridge (at the top of one of these two entrances), but far enough away that I’m not even sure that they knew what they were camping near. Perhaps they wouldn’t care. I think I’d care, without knowing more details. And for one of the two, there’s really no more details to find. That’s the major mystery part, it seems.
We have a dichotomy or contrast of something known and defined, and something unknown and not defined. We seem to have something smaller and something larger. We have a head and a foot in both cases. We have a mystery.
Dogpatch, Arkansas, according to the GNIS database, has a long list of variant names, but a list that can nevertheless be whittled down into 2 groups: those related to Marble Falls, and those related to the pre-Dogpatch and pre-Marble Falls designation of Willcockson, as displayed on this 1895 map.
We move beyond “Dogpatch” for now back to Concreek and this nifty view of an orange-red and pretty large salamander trotting around its bottom. It was kind enough to pose for me.
Filed under Arkansas, Blue and Purple Land, Concreek, Frank Park, MAPS, Whitehead Crossing
“Korean Channel is perhaps the original audiovisual tiling, Hucka D. Zebra and Damsel Island are clues — black and white. Head trip.”
Hucka D.:
Yes.
bb:
Obviously a gold plated football helmet that is also an army helmet, like the one used to name Monkey City when I was a boy. Land of Reds and Yellows must play a role as well. Perhaps everyone is bushed there all the time. This is a way beyond Billfork. This is the Korean Channel.
Hucka D.:
Yes. Where is the Land of Reds and Yellows? Would that be Whitehead Crossing?
bb:
Unsure Hucka D. Let’s see, the Land of Blue and Purple would be entered through that log bridge, but the actual significance of that bridge is that it points to The Totem in Silverberg on the other side of the channel. I think a battle between Silverberg and Purpleland took place in the past. Purpleland grouped around the smaller of the 2 Silverberg streams, and Silverberg proper around the larger of the two, perhaps centered by Silver Pool.
Hucka D.:
Yes.
bb:
(after a pause) Maybe Green Stream itself was originally known as the Silver Stream. Now this applies to Spoon Fork perhaps.
Hucka D.:
Maybe. Yes.
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… to be mired in Whitehead Crossing at this stage in my life? I can’t *move* there. I never will. I can meditate there. I have several medi-spots already assigned (head of This Stream has no Title and mouth of same, for instance — this is the one in front of Grey Rock). Head and foot again… Beginning of life… end. I’m going to be thinking of that darn…
Hucka D.:
Hellow. Dwelling again.
bb:
Not really. Not much. Just don’t want to write the text to my Land of Blue and Purple posts tonight. Listening to Satie. He’s a strange dude.
Hucka D.:
Mellow.
bb:
What’s the [Land of Blue and Purple] Totem, Hucka D.?
Hucka D.:
Alien language. Lined up with the Bridge Between Purple and Blue.
bb:
Yes that was odd. Pointing right to The Totem.
Hucka D.:
Protected by briars. Protected from man. Like you. But you see still. For you. For you to see still. It is Purple.
bb:
It is on… wait, I’m going to make a map.
Filed under Blue and Purple Land, Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
Hucka D.:
Crim cram. Blippy.
bb:
Am I interrupting something, Hucka D.?
Hucka D.:
We’ve known for years. We’ve walked past it hundreds of times, maybe thousands.
bb:
Yes, I know. I must ask the obvious question up front.
Hucka D.:
Is it yours? Not really. Is it alien? Perhaps!
bb:
An alien child.
Hucka D.:
How long have the aliens been living in Frank Park? They have had access to that road a long time. The road the alien baby was created along. Perhaps.
bb:
Much more likely that it was a racial mix.
Hucka D.:
If you wish. If it comforts. But it doesn’t explain why the aliens are here *now*. Why they are attempting to communicate with you. You find this thing for a reason at this time. It is Heads and it is Foote. White County.
bb:
I’m thinking it’s more like this… can you see?
Hucka D.:
Square little fellow and all. Is that what you think?
bb:
It’s not impossible. We know that aliens are around. Hybrids.
Hucka D.:
Yes.
Hucka D.:
You’re never going to know what’s in it. So you must treat it as an archetype. It is Heads and it is Foote. Coins. Seale (pause). Seal.
bb:
What of the Land of Blue and Purple?
Hucka D.:
Spin-off. Another hybrid. Rock again. Totem. Juxtapose. You’re not going to find the answers the conventional way.
bb:
Thank you.
Hucka D.:
You’re welcome. You must take it as it is.
Filed under Blue and Purple Land, Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
So here we have the *legitimate* fairy house, i.e., the one not built by human hands. I’ll attempt to take a close up shot asap. Legend goes (or will go) that perhaps the only true fairy of Monhegan Island discovered a portal (created?) around Little Whitehead on *that island*, connecting it to the Little Whitehead of my woods here in Frank Park. Perhaps he tired of the tourists on the Maine Island, and their feeble attempts at creating actual fairy houses. He tired of their unending attempts at capturing the true nature of his island through oil paintings and watercolors. He tired of the ones who wanted to be the new Wythes, yes. So he came here or escaped here, a quieter place but of comparable beauty and of larger scope. Is this the same as Rock Meadows, also of Whitehead fame and whose rocket ship supposedly crashed not far atall from the recently discovered fairy house there? I’m not sure. And what of the 3 tulip trees in front of the fairy house here? Planted by the fairy himself? If this isn’t Rock, then what’s his or her name? Are there more than one? Is this a fairy *vacation* house of sorts??
Stream in front of the fairy house and meadow, leading straight towards Green Stream and also Rock’s crash site. There must be a relation between Rock and this fairy house.
Filed under Frank Park, Maine, Whitehead Crossing
Sunklands 
