Three weeks ago we were under a foot-deep blanket of wet snow. Now, the snow has melted and it's looking a lot more like fall. A trip South to visit family in New Jersey set the season back another few weeks; giving me a second look at fall's color. Still, I have strong feelings of a powerful, monochromatic past, etched in the 1970s above the Bushkill: Plus-X visions in panchromatic resonance whose intensity etched neural benchmarks I'll never forget.
2011 versus 1972
I found a VHS tape from 1978 with oxide falling off of it. I salvaged a clip of the Manitou House Bowling Alley Demolition; as well as the longish 16 minute biopic "Big Jim".
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