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I'm pretty sure I've done most, if not all of these, in my youth.

by Craig Davison

"Look at my speed," she said excitedly!

"You look like that guy."

On Sunday I was in our shop at Sherwood Forest Faire, a Renaissance festival near Austin.  A family came in with two sons around age 6 or 7.  I was wearing my wide brimmed, wool felt Cavalier hat, that's olive green and weathered and dusty.  I also had on a thin green wool cloak, wrapped up around my shoulders and pinned in place.

One of the boys says to me, "You look like that guy from Indiana Jones."

I inquired which guy that might be.  "Indy's friend.  The one who's crazy."

I thought for a moment and realized that he was talking about Harold "Ox" Oxley from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, portrayed by accomplished actor John Hurt.

So, apparently I look like an older, crazy John Hurt.

Yeah, I'll take that.

Sunset on Creek Avenue.

My new X-kilt, rear.  This was made for me by a very talented pair of teenage seamstresses, and I was very happy with the results.  Sherwood Celtic Festival, 2013.

When the path you walk always leads back to yourself, you never get anywhere.

Twisted spider. (at Colorado Renaissance Festival)

Sharpness is a bourgeois concept.

Henri Cartier-Bresson

Kilted shadow.

I want a house with a basement that looks like this.

Shakespeare and Company Bookstore in Paris, France