I try to take a walk everyday, and one day I took a short cut and crossed this field between the marina and the street. It must have once been a wetland along the shore, but it is now dry, except for a small wet area in the middle. Once I saw egrets in the water there, but the city started cutting the weeds and now they have been dumping dirt in the area and gradually raising the level of the land - probably for more development. Anyway, the egrets have flown.
I saw this "evidence" about half way across and diverted over to it for some pix and examination. Of course, I immediately thought it was Druid - maybe a new Stonehenge: Vojenge. Obviously another site for religious observance of a backwards looking new age variety. The piled up stones looked to be made of concrete - probably fragments of broken sidewalk. I liked the implication of all the folks who had walked somewhere in V-jo represented in the very fabric of Vojenge. Gives one a comforting false sense of "belonging".
I looked around and saw a few more towers of spiritual pedestrian detritus. These all were lone examples, outliers from the cosmic central group in my photograph.
I think I will go and place near these megaliths a few messages in the small plastic booze bottles I collect from out in the alley - maybe a treasure map to a corner of my yard promising a buried 6-pack of Coors or something, maybe some treasure you might think of... I'll keep a camera ready for concrete toting, treasure hunting Druid loners. I'm excited.
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Date: 2013-11-09 06:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-11-09 11:26 pm (UTC)I saw this "evidence" about half way across and diverted over to it for some pix and examination. Of course, I immediately thought it was Druid - maybe a new Stonehenge: Vojenge. Obviously another site for religious observance of a backwards looking new age variety. The piled up stones looked to be made of concrete - probably fragments of broken sidewalk. I liked the implication of all the folks who had walked somewhere in V-jo represented in the very fabric of Vojenge. Gives one a comforting false sense of "belonging".
I looked around and saw a few more towers of spiritual pedestrian detritus. These all were lone examples, outliers from the cosmic central group in my photograph.
I think I will go and place near these megaliths a few messages in the small plastic booze bottles I collect from out in the alley - maybe a treasure map to a corner of my yard promising a buried 6-pack of Coors or something, maybe some treasure you might think of... I'll keep a camera ready for concrete toting, treasure hunting Druid loners. I'm excited.