Cypress Tree
This photo is one of my many favorites. Not quite sure how Jack got this effect, but it shows his incredible diversity. And, once in a while, we do let him play with Photoshop.
Photo: Cypress Tree - Indianola, MS - September of 2006
April 13th 2007
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Now look, I know Jack ( wait, that was funny )…and I know for a fact he’s got some hoodoo goin on I think. I saw this mojo bag once of his, just as he said somthin bout goin down to the crossroads…to sell his camera to the devil and all. I’m not sure what he meant by all that, but then, I rarely does.
I just can’t figure which one of us is mentally impaired, so to speak. But I knows one thing…he ain’t got no PhotoShip…I doubts he can even spell it…and I knows he don’t know how to use it. He says they’s some horse lovin woman up in Wisconsins, or somewhere north of Clarksdale. What’s up with that? Says she uses brushes good and likes grunge. Come to think of it, she might be the one’s impaired.
By the way, my website address was wrote by my wife. I don’t know what she means by tv, but then, I rarely does. I don’t have time for all that foolishness.
Anybody goin to Leland anytime soon?
Comment by Skippy Spinks — April 13, 2007 @ 6:28 pm
DANG IT Skippy! You don’t know Jack (now THAT was funny!). This here gal in Wisconsins don’t got no horses. She gots mules! They is fine-bred mules, too. I heared she shows them and wins prizes. And she’s got this fancy car that Jack has been hankerin for. He bought her one of them hoodoo dolls I think to cozy up to her over that car. I think maybe these grunge brushes she uses come from the hair in them mule’s tails.
I is going to Leland tomorrow and you can ride with me but you ain’t bringing that stinky dog of yers!
Comment by Lyle Brown — April 13, 2007 @ 6:51 pm
Lyle, now let’s be gentlemens about all this. Say what you will about my family, cause it’s probably true. But don’t you dis my dog. I’ll cut you if I have to.
Speakin of dogs, did I ever tell you I met that Dog Bounty Hunter. You know, the one with the wife got them…um…anyways, he showed up at my house and said he had a felony warrant on me. I said, look you gold chain wearin’ fool, there ant’t nothin’ on me at all. I’m not sure, but I think that wife of his throwed up…on Dog’s leather vest. Anyway, he forgot all about that warrant, and we shared some goose liver cheese on my front porch. Then I invited him and his wife to come on inside. He seemed to enjoy showin me his badges, and I must say they was impressive. I speak from experience. Anyways, like I said he came in, but his wife stayed outside cause she couldn’t get in the door cause of them…um…see, most things work out in time.
Lyle, you got any kids, hug up on em for me, and pet your dog…and slap your wife in the fanny for no good reason. I’m confident that your dog look better than Dog’s wife with them…um…
Anyways, I told Jack bout all this, and all he could come up with was, “Ah, sweet symmetry”. I told him ” boy, get yo ass back down to that crossroads, get that camera back, pawn it ( I can help you with that ), and come back up here ( with some goose liver cheese ) and my wife will slap you silly. Hell you already crazy, what could it hurt?”
Comment by Skippy Spinks — April 13, 2007 @ 7:40 pm