fairy villages, bowerbird art, & other ambiguous objects
Very interesting the article compares the creation of cairns and fairy houses to crop circle formations.
Strange — this same blog features several posts on Whitehead, but Alfred North Whitehead in this case. One of the primary summits of tiny Monhegan Island, and around which I’m sure are found a goodly number of those fairy houses like the one pictured above, is named Whitehead, and that was what originally attracted my attention to it (not the fairy houses, which I just learned about in the last hour). This would be in resonance with the previously named Whitehead Crossing of Frank Park.
Speaking of which, I’ve just yesterday restored the 5-rock cairn at Dongoba, and might work on re-creating the biggest temple of the complex this spring/summer/fall. As I think I stated below somewhere, I decided not to move these 5 rocks just across the ridge to Whitehead Crossing for this restoration. The same would go for the bigger temple — rocks simply too large to move from this location, to name the major obstacle for this transfer of art.
I would be very interested to see what the “immanence” blogger though of *this* type of woodsy art: an apparently continuing interaction with *something* in the woods that really, really seems to want to communicate with me — *is* communicating. The floating tree below at Concreek, just beside its namesake Concreek Falls, has already been the site of one of these types of communications, as I discussed in this Baker Blinker Blog post from last summer. Now a second one at the same site has taken place. And I’ve already formed an interpretation, very quickly in fact, and on the spot. I believe it could very well be a *map*, specifically a rudimentary one of a portion of Frank Park around Bill Mountain and Falmouth Creek, pointing in fact to this very spot on Concreek in symbolic fashion. Let’s take a look…
So here’s the scene now just below the root end of Concreek’s floating tree on The Island (compare with here). The broken off rhododendron branches, 3 in number, certainly *appear* to be placed here on purpose by human/humanoid hands, but, as they say, the medium is the message. This is land art, but also a communication, more direct and unambivalent. As I said, I believe it is a map. One of the first things I noticed upon stumbling on this configuration is that the two larger rhodo branchs were placed one behind the other, but with a certain distance between them. I interpreted this as one *following* the other, and thought of the aliens following *me* across the road from Bill Mountain and to Falmouth Creek across The Way. Notice that the rhodo branch closest to the floating tree’s bottom is prominently forked, and that a 3rd, smaller rhodo branch lies above the forked branch in the following photo. I interpreted this — again all this fell together or happened almost “at once” — as the path I created to Falmouth Creek and the art happening (set up bottles in a metal circle) there at Old Baker Settlement. I believe the “aliens” have taken the fork from the main path or road running alongside Bill Mountain and across The Way (represented by the 2 larger rhodo branches) and have gone to the art event to take a peek, at least in a remote way (perhaps through the pictures and texts of this blog). At any rate, they wanted to communicate this knowledge to me through the map. And continuing down the main fork would bring them to Concreek, and they had to come here obviously to place the branches — i.e., make their map. I know this sounds odd, but that’s what I strongly believe it is. And it is akin to crop circles in that the circles tend to use the same fields year after year to affect their own brand of alien-to-human communications. Needless to say I’ll be paying close attention to this floating tree in the months and years to come, with any further messages chronicled for this blog. At least I *hope* that’s what they want me to do.
One more thing I should mention about this configuration. There also appear to the right of the smallest of the 3 broken off rhodo branches two slender but quite sturdy “roots”, looking almost like antennae. This didn’t seem natural either, and I couldn’t figure out if these two very similar “branches” were actually roots or stems of some plants, or if they were broken off in the first place. I may have to return to this spot for more investigating, then.
Shifting now to a totally new blog location, we have Fi, certainly not as mysterious as Concreek yet, but still worthy of inclusion here. The place is in Frank Park once more, and somewhat between Norris Branch and Whitehead Crossing, southwest of the Woods of Howl. The two creeks involved, both tributaries of Green Stream like Whitehead Brook and Concreek, have also not be discussed in this blog yet, but come together not far downstream from the site of the below pictures (which seem to indicate several lichen tinted, derelict *temples*) These are just some preliminary photos, and I’ll return to this location soon for more blog storytelling. A preliminary name for this “temple” site is Fifill, and there seems to be a complementary and perhaps antagonistic Fifole to deal with here as well in this Land of Fi.
Solitary white rock that seems to be an indicator of something.