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My take on the word prompt WANDER is a vintage bus roll from the routes my life has taken me on.
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By Friday, my body has arrived at the same conclusion as Cormac McCarthy: SXSW is no country for old men. The gauntlet of running from party to party, of trying to parallel park while gripping a road soda in one hand, the other hand texting back already buzzed editors, standing under a too-strong sun, switching to treacly SoCo punch just because it’s free, exacts a toll on the body. Bumping into New York Times pop critic Jon Pareles at the Pitchfork party, clad in a black jacket as the heat makes the masses sticky with sweat, I admire and fear heatstroke for the august scribe.
When I’m at my least sympathetic to the thousands of musical acts convened here, I realize what a waste of electricity it is to run amps and lights for such noise-polluting offal. That said, this year I feel recharged, delighted by most acts that I encounter throughout the day-long slogs. Standing in a parking lot near the Counter Café on Lamar come 9 p.m. on Friday, I realize that the energy-vampire criticism may no longer be relevant. The stage out here bears a banner that reads "Sustainable Waves Solar Stage," the entire set-up run by the very sun that brutalized attendees but a few hours ago.
On-stage is local Austin band Gulf of Mexico, who I quipped last year was sorta like mango salsa--sweet and chunky, with a bit of kick. They are ever so slightly off tonight on the tricky changes, but the girls who dance around the blacktop are oblivious to such missteps. As I wander from the cooling barbecue and belly-up keg of Fat Tire Ale to the foldout table to looking for glossy brochures about solar stages, I find myself facing none other than Tommy Lee Jones, seated in a foldout chair, digging the band and puffing on a fat cigar as heinous as Javier Bardem’s Monkees hairdo. I don’t know who Maura might trainspot at either Rachael Ray’s or Perez Hilton’s parties, but who can trump this?
這兩三天早晨趁朋友在睡大頭覺時，都亂跑!! 騎腳踏車當茂伯送熱情，下著雨流著汗的練習曲，半路搭露乳溝山地正妹的車，搭當地青年的摩托車沒戴安全帽，往下一個景點，還搭豪華Lexus，吃著肉包把鞋子掛在肩上，享受自由!
"have you ever wandered lonely through the wood?
and everything, it feels just as it should
you're part of the life there, part of something good"
Blick zur Lötschenlücke
Diesen Weg hier mussten wir nicht einschlagen, denn wir starteten die Wanderung auf dem Lötschentaler-Höhenweg zur Lauchernalp.
Wanderung von der Fafleralp auf dem Lötschentaler-Höhenweg zum Schwarzsee –Tellialp – Weritzalp – Lauchernalp. Wanderzeit: ca. 3 h, Aufstieg ca. 300 m
A sharp crystal evening, golden sunlight casting long blue shadows. What a joy to arrive in Lower Slaughter and wander along the river with only the ducks, the jackdaws and a few hardy visitors for company. The jackdaws seem at home in the trees along the River Eye, occasionally descending to hop along the rooftops or to peer at discarded bread crumbs with their grey heads at an angle. Slaughter is thought to be a corruption of slohtre, a marshy place. Many visit Bourton on the water fewer travel an extra mile to see Lower Slaughter it’s smaller, quieter but equally picturesque neighbour.
Stone cottages line the north bank of the river with a small green at their centre, this miniature area of grass is known as The Square and has a Gothic drinking fountain as it’s only adornment.The clear stream water is only visible as it eddies round the piers of the low stone bridges that span it’s broad flow. Follow the canalised river to the upper end of the village and you will find a 19th century brick corn mill with white water crashing over the mill race and 15ft water wheel still turning with the flow. On the opposite bank towards the middle of the village are the Village Hall of 1887 and the National School by Edmund B. Ferrey 1871. Near where the road crosses the river the south bank is dominated by large and luxurious-looking hotel.
The church was rebuilt in 1866-7 by Benjamin Ferrey, the design draws on Early English and Geometrical Decorated styles and though it replaced a picturesque medieval building with a saddle-back tower the Victorian design sits well among the more ancient stone buildings that surround it. Only a Transitional Norman north arcade survives with scalloped capitals and waterholding bases joined by pointed double-chamfered arches. The church has a nave with a north aisle, chancel, south porch and a west tower with broached spire the tip of which was replaced in 1998. Elegant black marble shafts ornament the chancel arch but a similar use of marble in Ferrey’s east window was lost when Hoare and Wheeler provided a new east window and an Italian alabaster reredos depicting the Crucifixion in 1910. Next to the altar a 13th century piscina survives from the older church. The stone font and pulpit are part of Ferrey’s design and there are areas of floor tiling by Godwin. The east window has glass by James Powell and Sons and they provided the attractive design in the north aisle. The west window of the north aisle and the west tower window are by Clayton and Bell 1867. Most of the memorials in the church commemorate the Whitmore family who occupied the neighbouring manor House for more than 300 years. The west tower has six bells, one of c.1450 by Robert Hendley of Gloucester inscribed Santa Anna ORA Pro Nobis St.Anne pray for us. Two are dated 1683 by Edward Neale of Burford and three of 1867 by John Warner and Sons of London.
To the north-east of the churchyard is a 16th century dovecote which is said to have held 1000 birds.
Lower Slaughter lies just off the Fosseway near Bourton on the Water about an hour form Stratford-upon-avon